I pulled off the highway the other night when I saw a guy next to his car….hood up…trying to wave down some assistance.

It’s hard to stop and pull over when you’re going 65…but after I got to the side of the road and backed up to where the guy was, I rolled down my window and asked him if he needed help.

He held up a new wiper blade and asked me if I knew how to install it on his car.

That was weird.

It was a bad place to change wiper blades.

There was a lot of traffic….fast moving traffic…but I figured that I was already stopped so I went back to help him.

It smelled like he’d been smoking a lot of pot.

That might explain his choice of wiper blade changing locations.

He had a Walking Dead belt buckle.

He had a giant watch.

He had a paracord wrapped handle sheath knife on his Walking Dead buckled belt.

I watched that knife out of the corner of my eye while I helped him.

He was so stoned.

It’s good to help people.

I always like it when people help me.

It’s strange to plop down into someone else’s weird non-emergency, though.

Wiper blades? Really?!

I left him on the side of the road after I changed the one side he’d been struggling with.

He dropped a part that he didn’t need down into the bottom of the engine compartment and was on the ground, head pointed towards traffic, obsessed with getting the little plastic piece he’d lost (but didn’t need) out of the unreachable part of his new car when I left to get home to my family.

I told him that it would still be there when he got home…that it might be better to try and fish it out where it was safer…. before I left him….but I don’t think that he listened.

I should have done both sides for him….but he was obsessed with getting the black plastic thing out of the engine compartment….so I left while he was distracted.

Did I mention that he was really stoned?

I wonder if that guy made it home?

At least it wasn’t raining…..