Wet Christian
I was in my clapped-out car, joining a big roundabout in Wolverhampton, in the pouring rain. Predictably, the car stalled, and wouldn't start again. Traffic was building up behind me, honking their horns. A car on the roundabout pulled into the side - there was a fish logo on the back. The driver got out and was immediately soaked by the downpour. He got behind my car and pushed me onto the roundabout (it was only a little Mini). That was enough to bump start the car, and I drove off, not daring to stop. I could see in my mirror my drowned-rat saviour. He'd done the Christian thing. I suppose I could have gone round the roundabout and given him a cheery wave, or shouted thanks out of the window. But I didn't.
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 14 Feb 2012, 16:38, Reply)