"Help Thy Neighbor" Does Not Exist Anymore

MelissaRoberts

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Here is my story concerning this issue:

There is a "Dollar General" shopping store about two miles from where I live. I frequent the store about two or three times a month. I say "Hello" to the girls that work there and make my purchase.

About two weeks ago I shopped at the store then went back to my car. I turned the ignition key and tried several times to start it, but it refused.

I thought to myself, "Well, I have been shopping here for years. I bet one of the girls that works here will give me a ride to "Robert's Auto Repair" that is about a quarter mile away.

It just happened to be 02:30 pm which is "shift change" time. Three girls were going home for the day and two were starting work for the evening.

I went back into the store and waited in line, then explained my predicament to the cashier. One of the girls immediately said, "I just clocked in and can't leave the store."

Another one said, "Shift change here takes a long time."

I didn't wait for any more responses and walked out of the store.

I tried to start my car one more time. Nothing.

Well, I supposed walking to the automobile repair shop is my only option. I locked the door and started walking through the parking lot when I notice two ladies sitting in their old Ford Crown Victoria car smoking cigarettes.

I introduced myself and told them of my plight. The driver of the car said, "Get in the back and we will take you there. I do business with Robert's myself."

My point is:

I bet the employees of the Dollar store go to Church on Sunday with their families.

The two nice ladies in the Crown Victoria car that took me to Robert's probably don't, but the words "Help Thy Neighbor" has meaning to them.

I imagine the two nice ladies sitting in Church next Sunday when the preacher walks up to them and says, "Smoking is not allowed."

One of them says, "Fuck off asshole!", then they both laugh.

So, this thread that I made entitled "Help Thy Neighbor Does Not Exist Anymore" is false.

I would like to say something brilliant at this point to sum things up, but I can think of anything.

Maybe Mr. Rogers could help me out.

He would probably say, "Kids, never talk to strangers especially when they have some lame excuse like their car won't start. Now, who wants to watch me put on my shoes."
 
I'm not sure "help thy neighbor" ever existed. You must have one of those new age translations.
 
Melissa: Good story.

Now, did Roberts auto repair get your car going.......;)
 
Here is my story concerning this issue:

There is a "Dollar General" shopping store about two miles from where I live. I frequent the store about two or three times a month. I say "Hello" to the girls that work there and make my purchase.

About two weeks ago I shopped at the store then went back to my car. I turned the ignition key and tried several times to start it, but it refused.

I thought to myself, "Well, I have been shopping here for years. I bet one of the girls that works here will give me a ride to "Robert's Auto Repair" that is about a quarter mile away.

It just happened to be 02:30 pm which is "shift change" time. Three girls were going home for the day and two were starting work for the evening.

I went back into the store and waited in line, then explained my predicament to the cashier. One of the girls immediately said, "I just clocked in and can't leave the store."

Another one said, "Shift change here takes a long time."

I didn't wait for any more responses and walked out of the store.

I tried to start my car one more time. Nothing.

Well, I supposed walking to the automobile repair shop is my only option. I locked the door and started walking through the parking lot when I notice two ladies sitting in their old Ford Crown Victoria car smoking cigarettes.

I introduced myself and told them of my plight. The driver of the car said, "Get in the back and we will take you there. I do business with Robert's myself."

My point is:

I bet the employees of the Dollar store go to Church on Sunday with their families.

The two nice ladies in the Crown Victoria car that took me to Robert's probably don't, but the words "Help Thy Neighbor" has meaning to them.

I imagine the two nice ladies sitting in Church next Sunday when the preacher walks up to them and says, "Smoking is not allowed."

One of them says, "Fuck off asshole!", then they both laugh.

So, this thread that I made entitled "Help Thy Neighbor Does Not Exist Anymore" is false.

I would like to say something brilliant at this point to sum things up, but I can think of anything.

Maybe Mr. Rogers could help me out.

He would probably say, "Kids, never talk to strangers especially when they have some lame excuse like their car won't start. Now, who wants to watch me put on my shoes."


You sound confused :confused:
 
Sorry to hear you're had a bad day

I've offered rides, changed tires, jumped batteries, picked-up hitchhikers and even reached into my own pocket to help

Never thought twice about it and never expected anything in return.

I've always believed that it's random acts of kindness that save my sanity
 
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Melissa: Good story.

Now, did Roberts auto repair get your car going.......;)

Dear Garbage, yes they did.

The two girls in the car took me over to Robert's and I thanked them.

Robert personally drove me home and his employees retrieved my car and installed a new fuel pump.

After the work was done, Robert picked me up at my house and drove us back to his automotive repair shop.

I recommend Robert's Auto Repair Shop to all my friends.
 
I've offered rides, changed tires, jumped batteries, picked-up hitchhikers and even reached into my own pocket to help

Never thought twice about it and never expected anything in return.

I've always believed that it's random acts of kindness that save my sanity

God Bless you...

Were you that Greyhound Bus manager in Florida years ago that reached into his pocket and gave me the extra few dollars that I needed to get to Louisville, Kentucky?

Or, were you the guy in Nashville, Tennessee at the bus stop that bought me a hot dog with chili and french fries?

God, I love you people!

Yes, there are good people in America.

God Bless you...
 
I was that guy in the Amtrak station when you were scrounging around for fare back to Abilene...

...you asked, "Quarter for a blowjob?"

I said, "No."

Shoot me for not being neighborly...
 
That's what I was thinking.

Also, that she must be a lazy slob if she can't walk a quarter mile to get to the auto chop by foot.

This.

Also,
I bet the employees of the Dollar store go to Church on Sunday with their families.

The two nice ladies in the Crown Victoria car that took me to Robert's probably don't, but the words "Help Thy Neighbor" has meaning to them.

I imagine the two nice ladies sitting in Church next Sunday when the preacher walks up to them and says, "Smoking is not allowed."

They don't, they do, make up your mind.
 
Who whould want to go to Gary?

This thread showed up in a forum called XNXX. The exact same thread. Started by someone named Gary Indiana. The other people who post there accuse Melissa Roberts frequently of being someone named Joliet. Head over there and research it if you're bored.

And sorry I forgot to find out the name of the florist!
 
This thread showed up in a forum called XNXX. The exact same thread. Started by someone named Gary Indiana. The other people who post there accuse Melissa Roberts frequently of being someone named Joliet. Head over there and research it if you're bored.

And sorry I forgot to find out the name of the florist!

I am not that bored.

1800flowers.com worked fine.

I'll request that RoadHead spank your ass.

Trip going well?
 
I am not that bored.

1800flowers.com worked fine.

I'll request that RoadHead spank your ass.

Trip going well?

Yeah, understandable. Heh.
He is three states over right now. We are both jetsetty right now!
 
You know, people generally help me, and I have absolutely no idea why. Like, my old car sucked really bad because I kept crashing it into things- like guard rails, other people's cars, light poles, etc, and the innerds were all skewed rather then straitened out, even after alignments. As a result, it was really hard to get my battery to catch to start the car, and it ran down really fast. People would see me trying to start it and literally pull over to help me. People I had never known. That was when I was still living in the city. Here, people won't help you for shit. I know what you mean.

I actually noticed that when I had to walk home one day and had my grandpa (whom I had called for help, and who didn't answer his phone even after I left a message begging him not to screen me) bitched me out for walking (he does that), so I looked it up. Apparently, there's a principle that people are more likely to help in cites because there are just more of them. There's the same percentage of helpful people everywhere, but whereas somewhere with a population of 1200 will only have about 12 helpful people, a city with a population of 120,000 will have 120. You're more likely to come across them. I thought that was interesting. But it also said that people are less likely to help in crowded areas because they figure that someone else will, so I guess I'm just lucky. Lucky in car trouble, unlucky in life. *sigh*

In that situation, I've got to admit I wouldn't have asked for a ride, I woulda just hoofed it. Well, actually, if it wouldn't start because of the battery, I would've asked for a jump. Hell, I've just stood around with jumper cables looking helpless before and people will come up and be like, "Hey man, you need a jump?" or "You waitin' on somebody?" or, "Car trouble, man?"

You get called "man" a lot in those situations. At lest I'm not my ex- he always got called "big guy" as if that weren't insulting. He liked it though. I never understood why. Nothing good can ever come, in my head, of being called 'big guy'. "Hey, big guy, whatcha' doin'? Can you lift a car?"

It is really weird though, because you, I'm assuming, are a hot chick, and I look like a crackhead. I'm the one you'd think folk wouldn't help.
 
too candicame; didn't read

Why do you say that? I read the entire board. I have no life right now. My rambling was valid. I would have walked, not bothered the folk getting off work. I stand by it. But I don't really ask people, they'll help or they won't. And I fear old people who smoke... they bum my ciggies and remind me of my grandma. Bet they were real skinny to.

*has not smoked in 5 weeks- still carrying half a pack from a month & a half ago*
 
"Help Thy Neighbor" Does Not Exist Anymore

Blame "diversity."

Altruism is basically just selfishness extended to the larger tribal group. Its an instinctive reaction to help the social / tribal group to prosper for the ultimate benefit of oneself and one's offspring. Once the tribal group becomes so blurred that neighbors no longer see themselves as having anything in common that natural instinct understandably diminishes or evaporates completely.
 
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