I've always considered myself a nice person.
I hold doors open for people, have offered my seat to an old person before, and if someone's short a quarter at the check out stand I'll offer to give it to them. See, I'm nice.
But sometimes I feel like all those little good deeds don't mean shit when Rusty comes along & shows off his nice person skills.
We were on our way to Sams Club to order my moms birthday cake last night when he points out that a disabled man in a wheelchair is stuck in the grass on the side of road. Being the super sweet & caring person that I am, I say "Damn, that sucks. Hopefully he'll get out soon" and continue driving. Then without skipping a beat, Rescue Rusty says "We should probably go back so I can help him".
Yep, we should totally make a u-turn to help the dude unwedge his wheelchair instead of hurrying to the store & ordering the cake so I can get back home in time to watch an hour of tv before I have to go to bed. That's definitely what we should do.
And we did. Ok fine, technically I just turned the car around & Rusty was the one that got off to help the one legged-wheelchair bound-handicapped man that was stuck in the grass for the last 20 minutes.
What can I say, I married a fucking boy scout.
But in all seriousness what are the chances his good deeds (which may or may not outnumber mine) count as mine too? I mean, we are married after all.
Karma take note.