I was approaching the Broadway bridge in my car when I saw you standing in the middle of the street, waving jumper cables at me like a madman. I didn't stop because I was late to work (again) (and you kind of looked like a crazy homeless Einstein from the .2 second glimpse I got). I know this makes me a dick. I'm sorry. I'm sure karma will catch up with me soon.
Sorry I Didn’t Help Jump Your Car
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