Image by Ekler via FlickrI have an ice scraper for my car somewhere in the garage along with a lot of other stuff that prevents me from being able to park my vehicles inside. This morning I needed the ice scraper, but I was lazy.
Instead I started the car, turned on the defrost, and backed out into the street. I rolled down the window and pulled an Ace Ventura as I drove a few feet so the sunlight would be able to reach my windshield. I put the car in park and sat there enjoying the radio while occasionally the windshield wipers scraped across the glass, checking to see if the ice was ready to be wiped away.
Then I saw a dark shadowy figure approaching the car with something in his hand. "I'm making someone nervous by sitting in front of their house," I thought. Then all of the sudden the shadowy figure started scraping my windshield. I felt bad, but I was impressed, thinking about the nice neighbors I had.
I rolled down the window and said "Oh that's OK, you don't have to do that, I'm not in a hurry." About that time the windshield wipers swept across catching his scraper.
"You're going to ruin your wipers!" he said.
He finished scraping the windshield and I sat there in shame, knowing I could have done this for myself. Instead a 60+ year old neighbor who I had never met crossed the street and gave me a stark reminder of something my father would have done.
I rolled down the window and told him thank-you and began to drive off. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face had said it all. He must have been thinking - no, I know he was thinking "this guy's an idiot, I declare." I left without dispute.