Sometimes, when I’m walking the Earth and getting in adventures, I come across people in need.
Just the other day, I found a man stuck on a busy highway trying to get his car going. He’d do with the key and it’d turn over like it wanted to start, but it wouldn’t. Then he’d do it again for more of the same. Eventually, the battery died altogether.
Sighing, I leaned down and knocked on the driver’s side window. The man rolled it down.
“Can I help you?” he said, visibly irritated.
“Help me?” I said, with a knowing smirk. “I think you need a little more help than me, am I right?”
The man looked skeptical. “You know how to fix cars?”
“No, but I used to watch Happy Days.”
Then I leaned over the hood, bopped the sweet spot with my fist and said, “Aaaaaaay…”
The car roared to life.
“Wow, thanks mister!” the guy said, and drove away.
Over my goddamned foot.