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1.) This was awesome, thanks Gravdigr.
2.) I feel guilty because, as a not-incredibly-ugly woman, I have never, ever had a problem hailing help when I needed it. Once my car ran out of gas, and in the literally 10 minutes that it took for my husband to go from his office to the gas station and then come to me--during which time I simply sat patiently in the car with the windows rolled up, no indication of distress at all--no fewer than 4 men stopped to ask if I was okay.
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