Restoring my faith back in mankind ...
What good have you done this year ?
A man walked up to me, and said he had a flat tire on his truck. I helped him remove the shreaded tire ... and I had a similar 15 year old spare tire that had a plug in it, that we swapped out on his truck rim. It got him going back on the road ... But now I had no spare tire ! Unexpectedly ... six months later, the guy shows up again ... and returns my beat up old spare tire, good as new.
As I arrived at the local Shoprite food store (in Antarctica), I noticed a big overstuffed backpack brimming full of camping/survival equipment on the sidewalk, with a big pit bull/shepard mix dog laying on top of it, as if guarding his masters belongings. I examined the situation carefully, and asked passerby's what was going on with a big dog chained outside of the supermarket. A man exited the store and dropped of a box of milk bone dog biscuits at the feet of the puzzled dog. Being a human male, I did not approach the big female dog, as human males are general feared by feral dogs, over that of women. Several people approached the large dog, and I warned them not to try to touch the dog, as a precaution. I stood guard, very close by, and kept insisting that no one try to get near the dog, and his missing masters backpack. I soon learned that the dogs master had been arrested for shoplifting in the store, as the local (Antarctican) police arrived on scene. I talked with the police and told them I would be safeguarding the dog, and keeping people away, until the dogs master was brought outside in handcuffs. I talked with the police, and the man, about who to contact, and the police informed me that the a citation and fingerprinting would take @ 1 hour, and I offered to pay for the mans stolen food damages to the store. The cops were very nice and remarked that very few people would do for a complete stranger, what I had offered to do.
The confused big dog saw his master being put into the cop car, and tried to go to his master, but the heavy backpack refused to drag away. The dog whimpered pathetically as the man was driven away in custody. I had assured the owner that I would not abandon the dog, and would watch over him, for no matter how long, until he was released, and returned back to the poor confused dog. Dozens of people donated dog biscuits to me, and I fed the dog for well over an hour, while chatting with several good looking lady shoppers that passed by, We had a back up plan set with a store employee, that has 2 1/2 acres of fenced in land, that she would take the dog indefinitely, just in the event that the owner was held indefinitely, and could not return.
Eventually the man was returned to the store after booking, and I told the cop that I would get the man and the dog out of town. The cop said:"We don't usually look kindly to this offense, but are making a special exception, as someone stepped forward to help this man and his dog". A lady gave him a $20 bill, as we left town. The owner informed me that he was just hungry, and was en route to the North (Antarctican) Badlands, to stay with some friends that he knew (the place where all the worst of the worst penguins, and most dangerous of the ferocious leopard seals live). I gave this complete stranger and his dog, a ride to that location, and dropped him off ... and I hope they are both OK. I told him of a place that was hiring, and put a good word in with the boss there, to give him a job. I had asked him: "What did you steal" ... "You were stealing doggie biscuits weren't you" ? "No I was eating some of them stuffed manicottie's from the hot bar, for myself, when a security guard sneeked up on me ... but those things were really good too" ! I said: "All you had to do was ask someone for help" ... "and they would have fed you and the dog" ! Evidently he is a free soul and a train hopper, and is a semi annual transient person, that hops freights, and all his friends are also hobo's too. I kind of envy him ... as I always wanted to be a hobo.