Damsel in Distress

I don't often ask for help. I'm one of those I can do it myself kind of girls. Unless my husband is around, then I make sure he takes care of all the "boy" jobs. Which is exactly why I found myself needing to ask for help yesterday.

I have a slow leak in one of the tires on my car. I noticed that it was looking really low. I use to know how to change my own tires, but after being with my husband for 11 years and deferring all the "boy" jobs, I don't even remember how to properly fill my tires with air. Pathetic I know.

On the way to my doctors appointment I stopped for gas. I decided that I was going to have to ask someone to help me. The perfect guy just happened to be there. A police officer. Who could be better, right? Isn't his job to help people? I was like a little kitten stuck in a tree, and there was my hero.

I asked him to help and he told me to meet him by the air machine when I was done pumping my gas. Perfect. I was so relieved, until the asshole drove away! Yeah, that's right, the guy got in his car and drove away. What the hell happened to, "to protect and serve"?