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Damsel in distress….or not?

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I have had multiple opportunities lately to practice my car-jumping skills. Each time that I pop the hood and bring out the cables, well meaning gentlemen miraculously appear. Now, I assure you that I am not wearing daisy dukes, a low-cut shirt and lounging on the hood of my car. More often, I’m standing there with my teenage son who’s car is too old to have the automatic headlight shut-off.

Jumping a car is not rocket science. The cables even come color coded. Red cable goes on red battery thingie, black cable goes on black battery thingie. Oh yeah, and don’t touch the opposite cables together once they are attached to the donor car or you could be in for “quite a shock,” I’ve been told more than once.

But something strange happens when these chivalrous young men appear. I like the idea that they want to help, but more than that…I start thinking maybe I need help. I second guess myself.

“Do you need some help?” asks the kind gentleman.

Long pause as I look at the cables….”I think I know what I’m doing, but maybe you could make sure.”

“So…this one goes here, right?” (I know the red goes on the red, not sure why I’m looking for validation)

“and the black one goes here? or do I need to clip it to the car somewhere?” (One male helper “grounded” the black one on the car frame.)

“No, that should work. Now just clip them to the other car…but don’t let them touch! Start your car and you should be good to go.”

“Thank you so much. They really need a class on this somewhere!” (Not sure why I threw that in…seems like it would be a pretty short class…but maybe I would learn the name of the battery “thingie”)

“No problem. Glad to help.”

At this point both cars are running and I proceed on my merry way all the while thinking, what is wrong with me that I can’t say, “Thanks anyway, I’ve got this.”Β I am a problem solver by nature, the IKEA furniture assembler at our house. If I don’t know what I’m doing, give me some time and I’ll figure it out.

The truth is, I like the traditional order of things. I admire men who are willing to go out of their way to help and protect women. Not because we necessarily need it, but because it is the noble thing to do. When a man puts my needs before his, I’m not going to turn him away. So please, chivalrous gentlemen, keep stopping to help. Keep opening doors for me and looking out for me. Because someday, when I’m stranded on the side of the road and really do need help, I’ll be waiting for you.

But IKEA furniture…that’s all me. Don’t even think about touching that weird Swedish screwdriver thingie!

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8 responses to “Damsel in distress….or not?

  1. elsie

    October 14, 2014 at 1:07 pm

    It’s always nice to get an offer of help. I was wishing someone would offer to help me out at the air pressure pump today, but no one did. I can do it, but . . .

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    • kathryndean2013

      October 14, 2014 at 4:47 pm

      Yes! Even when we are perfectly capable it’s nice when someone cares enough to stop. Thanks for your comment πŸ™‚

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  2. showgem

    October 14, 2014 at 4:40 pm

    Your decision to let them help you rather than show what you can do is helping to keep chivalry alive. Thank you.

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  3. anita

    October 14, 2014 at 5:06 pm

    I am not sure how I would feel if a male insisted on opening a car door for me (ala 1950s) but if you want to jump my cables and set up my IKEA I will put my women’s lib ideas on hold for a few hours! IKEA is MUCH harder than starting a car BTW!

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    • kathryndean2013

      October 14, 2014 at 5:49 pm

      Haha, actually my dream is to ride around in a town car (ala Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada) and have a man open the door for me every time while I make a grand entrance. πŸ˜‰

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  4. erikaaltensee

    October 15, 2014 at 12:30 am

    Great little slice! I’m so glad I have kids and a husband who are able to do these things for me. I’ve been jumping cars for about 31 years now, and IKEA furniture? I hate putting together book shelves!!!! I have a feeling that “babysteptstowriting” and “Irresistiblecircumstances” are two teachers that have bought and assembled a lot of book shelves! Thank goodness for my 18-year old. He is truly a knight in shiny armor, ala 1950s.

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    • kathryndean2013

      October 15, 2014 at 11:11 am

      Yes! Bookshelves, tv consoles, dressers, bunk beds,desks….living 30 minutes from an IKEA may not be a good thing. πŸ˜‰

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