Flat Luck

So of course, on my way to Santa Monica to tutor this morning, I got a flat.... haha... just my luck. I wasn't all that far away, and I had left fairly early, so I wasn't too worried about being late. I could walk couple miles.

But then... on the horizon came my savior: uh, what was his name? B...B... Bruce? Yeah, I think that was it.

He gave me a new tube and fixed up my tire. How nice is that? Really, I need to start carrying a tube and a pump with me. Bikers are so nice, it's ridiculous.... at least nice to other bikers. Anyways, I suppose it was some of that good kharma coming back to me. I've been a little too nice to certian people recently. TOO NICE!! NO MORE! Yeah yeah yeah. It was nice to see some reciprication, even if it was from a complete stranger whom I probably won't ever see again.

It's interesting how strangers are nice to each other like that. I think it has something to do with empathy. He said that he's gotten flats without having any way to fix them, and always hoped someone would come by and help him out. Maybe we do nice things when there is no opportunity to receive a favor in return not just because it makes us feel good, but because we have this belief within us that people SHOULD be kind to each other, and through selflessly helping others we seek to alter a societal perception towards giving aid. I don't know. Makes me want to go help people more than I usually do.

Hmmm... I should bring that up with my animal behvaior professor.

Ok. I have to go take a shower after my bike ride. Sweaty.... eww. Plus, I'm damn hungry now.