At the seven-eleven today I saw what was probably a single mom and her four or five year old daughter making multiple trips in and out of the store with a tiny styrofoam cup. They were trying to fill the radiator of a overheated mid '80 Cavalier station wagon.

What really bugged me was the hushed whispers and smirks coming from the mostly well off soccer moms who pretended not to see her when she would walk by.

I went in the store, and paid almost $20.00 for a gallon of generic coolant and handed it to the woman. I also asked if she needed to call anyone she was welcome to use my phone. She thanked me and said that in the last hour not one person had offered help of any kind. When I see situations like that, I makes me boil, because if it had been a nubile college coed there would have been a line of men drooling over themselves trying to "help".