I was traveling for work last week and I visited my mom on the way home. She lives in a small college town, so we had a nice time taking care of shopping that I can't do in rural West Virginia -- and talking without interruptions from the hyena pups otherwise known as Duncan and Tristan.
Saturday morning as I was getting in my car to head home, I was flagged down by a young girl who smelled of alcohol and looked confused, scared, and above all cold. I've spent years on university campuses watching the Walk of Shame outside the frat houses on Saturday mornings, so I bundled her into my car, figured out where she needed to go, and didn't ask any more questions. The poor girl was obviously embarrassed to be lost and asking for help from a stranger. She made an admirable effort at small talk, commenting politely about my hybrid car and the music on the stereo. To my embarrassment, she always worked her way back to thanking me profusely and telling me how kind and generous I was. "You're so nice. You're so nice," she kept saying. "You're so nice. I thought you were from Canada."
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