Dear 3 kind gentlemen,
When I was driving along that curvy road covered in slushy snow, I thought to myself: "Self, you should probably slow down." So I did. But a few moments too late, obviously. Because the next thing I knew, I was becoming very well acquainted with the giant snowbank right in front of me.
And though you may not have noticed, I was mortified to play the damsel in distress card. (Yet, at the same time, I was SO thankful you stopped to help me). So, I have to say thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.
You've renewed my faith in humanity and made me remember something very important: people are good.
You didn't need to stop. You probably had somewhere important to go. We're all busy people. But you pulled over. Immediately. I didn't even have to wait for more than 2 minutes before you were willing to lend a hand.
And you didn't make me feel bad, or stupid or inept. You laughed it off, got me out and wished me well as I went on my way.
I know I thanked you then - but I can't say it enough. Thanks for helping out. Thanks for being so nice. Thanks for making a potential crappy start to my day much, much better.
Oh - and thanks to you, kind gentleman #2, for saying that it was because I was so pretty that you stopped. My car may be hurt, but my ego sure isn't.