Today I locked my keys in my car at a gas station. Fuck. However, for once I kept my head about me and didn't panic, call my father and start to cry (partially because my cell phone was in the car with my keys but that is a minor detail). However, I think that the main reason that I didn't freak out is because of the gas station attendants and the locksmith that came to my rescue.
I am not ashamed to admit that sometimes I am a damsel in distress. Every now and then I need the help of another (not neccessarily a man) to get me out of a sticky situation. Every now and then you need to embrace your helplessness and 'believe in the kindness of strangers.'