This morning I went to start my car, but the battery was dead for some reason. I have no idea why, and I assume that maybe the door was just left open abit or something. So I missed my eye doctors appointment of course, which kinda pissed me off.

So, I finally get my car started after putting a charger on it for a while (boy I hope it starts when I go to head home). And as I'm heading into work I notice a car half on and half off the road on rt. 62 right before 68 and 59. Figuring I'd be helpful I pull over in a driveway and head back, thinking we could at least push the car off onto the side of the road so people aren't blocked from the lane until the other lane is empty. I mean seriously you couldn't go around him until traffic died down on the other side.

So I pull over and walk up to his Chevy Tahoe.....large truck. Trying to push it uphill with just the two of us wasn't working, and trying to explain to him the concept of letting it roll backwards down the hill, and turning the wheel just seemed beyond his grasp. Meanwhile his wife is the car, but she doesn't know how to drive one (she was sitting in the back) and I'm trying to push a truck uphill in the mud.

Finally another guy pulls over, and he steers the car while I push it backwards and we get it out of harm's way. The guy then bugs out and as I'm trying to leave (to get to work remember), this guy I was trying to help starts asking me if I can drop his wife off for him...in Streamwood. He keeps asking and asking and I'm like "No, I have to get to work, it's to far away". Then the lady who I can only guess lives in the house connected to the driveway I'm in front of starts getting mad at me because my car is blocking her. So I yell to her "Just one second please, I'm just trying to help" while i have this guy following me trying to turn me into a fucking taxi, and then when I do get close enough to her I say "I just pulled over to help this guy"...I mean I literally couldn't have been blocking her for more than a minute. Her response..."well i guess I'll call and cancel the police".

I turn around, tell the guy one more time I am not a taxi, and hop in my car (hoping it starts itself) and leave.

no good deed goes unpunished.