I was reading an article that made a reference to being a Good Samaritan, claiming that it would make a person feel good to know they've helped someone.   I agree....to a point.   I have my own story of being The Good Samaritan, and believe me, when you end up pissing off four elderly people, the police and a dog, it makes you think twice about random acts of kindness.
 

                 
I was driving through Kansas this past weekend on my way to pick up my kids from their dad’s in Mississippi, when I had a little accident.
Just a little one.

I mean, the state troopers only had to close the road for just under two hours, and that includes the time it took to clear the tailgate party-ers and move the semi.
 

I’ve had it.   I really mean it this time.   I have given up on men.
After the inevitable crash and burn of every relationship in which I’ve ever been, I always swear I’m through.   But this time?   I mean it.   It’s either give up men or become a lesbian, and I’m not quite ready for that.   What can I say?   I’ll always like beef better than seafood.