Last night my faith in humanity was restored.
I had just dropped off my friend at home and was headed to get on the highway. The turn lane right before the onramp is notoriously tiny (like only about thirty feet long tops, and the curb leading into it curves sharply). Since I just bought my car about a month ago, and my previous car was a bit smaller, I’m still getting accustomed to my new car’s dimensions.
Long story short, I hit the curb at about 25 miles an hour, it made a horrible noise, and right away I knew something was wrong because my car was pulling to the right. I pulled into the shoulder at the onramp and got out to check—the right front tire was flat. (Miraculously, the rim was unscathed. I have no clue how.)
So I’m sitting there, it’s my first flat tire (and really, only my second or third car trouble EVER), and I went into a panic attack. My other friend did his best to calm me down and said he knows how to change a tire, he’s done it before. So he got out and I popped the trunk, and he started getting the spare and tools out. All of a sudden I heard voices—some guys had walked up to help.
Turns out they were out for a bachelor party (the leftmost guy apparently got married today, so congratulations to him!), they had gone through the intersection and one of them had seen my hazard lights flashing, and they all decided to come make sure we were okay. The simple fact that they were there helped me to calm down, and they helped my friend change the tire (albeit slightly slowly; we’re pretty sure that most of them had been drinking because of said bachelor party).
They asked us to take a picture so they could have a good memory of helping us out, and then they went on their merry way. I thanked them profusely, saying the world would be a better place if there were more guys like them.
I think we all brightened each other’s night, but they definitely brightened mine most of all.