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The Hazzardous Guess of the Good Samaritan
“I think you might want to get into the next lane,” said Rob [1]. I had just
pulled into the left-turn lane to wait for the light and several cars in our
lane had just maneuvered into adjacent lanes. “I think a car up ahead is
stuck.”
“Okay,” I said, and maneuvered into the other left-hand lane. I was able to
pull up past the car in trouble. Car seemed to be stalled with the driver
just sitting there, making little attempt to do anything. I then watched the
car in the mirror. “She should have her hazzards on.”
“Maybe she doesn't know how to turn them on,” said Rob.
“It could be an electrical problem,” I said. Rob turned around in time to see
her flash her lights.
“Nope, she's got electrical.”
“Guess she doesn't know how to turn her hazzards on,” I said. Rob turned to
face forward again while I still watched in the mirror. “Oh wait,” I said.
“There goes a Good Samaritan to help her.”
Rob turned around and we both started watching. The Good Samaritan climbed
into the driver's seat. Just then the hazzards flashed on. The Good Samaritan
then got up and walked back to his car.
“Nice of him to turn on her hazzards,” I said. The light changed to green and
we started to pull forward.
“Very,” said Rob. “Guess she didn't know.”
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