My friends and I are driving back from a long hike in the Rockies. Four of us girls packed into my junker car, Goldie, cruising down a deserted mountain road. We're rocking out to the radio when...BUDDDUMMPPPP! What was that? Are we dragging something?!
I pull over to check it out. OH NO! Goldie did it again.The curb protector in the front has come unhinged on one side and is being dragged under the car. Oh man. Should I pull it the rest of the way off? No dice. Can we tie it up? No idea. Can I just leave this hunk of junk here to rust? I wish.
As we're standing by the car contemplating our next move, a truck pulls over with three men in it.
Me: "Oh good, it's help. I bet they'll know what to do."
First guy: (Getting out of the truck.) "Hi ladies."
My friend: "Hi. We're having a little car trouble."
Second guy: (Also getting out of the truck) "Oh yeah? Hmm. Hey, do you know where Strawhill Road is?"
Me: (confused as to how this is related to my car trouble) "No."
First guy: "Shoot. Okay, thanks anyway."
With that, the men get back in their truck and drive off!
WHAT? No offer of help? No display of concern? Not even a "need me to call someone?" Nothing. Let me get this straight: four ladies pulled over by the side of the road with complete looks of despair did not generate ONE helping hand?! None of them felt even a pang of chivalry. Suddenly, the state of the world today concerns me. In silence, all four of us watch them speed down the road.
Standing there by the side of the highway, choking on their dust, I realize that the days of chivalry are over. Chivalry is dead.
