You never know! ! !

On Monday afternoon, I decided to make pizza for supper. When I make it, I generally fill 2 large rectangular pans, enough for an army, and obviously too much for just Tony and me. We eat a few pieces and have left-overs for the following week (all week). Some is frozen, etc.
Just as I was spreading the dough on the pans, Tony came in from the garden to tell me that some folks had stopped their car at the end of our driveway because they had 2 blown out tires...they'd hit pot holes on Rt 16. They had a rental from Logan, had just come in from India and were on the way to visit relatives in Rhode Island. Now we had someone with whom to share the pizza and lemonade. I enjoyed talking with the 2 children (ages 10 and 14) while Tony helped the dad and mom, taking one of them to the nearest station to get tires repaired. The family had lived in India for 2 years ... dad worked in the computer industry there ... and they went to an International School. The dad was born in India, is now a US citizen, the children and mom were all born here.
Linda (mom) told us that if this had happened in India there would have been thousands of people gathered around them. 1/3 would have just watched, 1/3 would have offered all kinds of suggestions and advice, and 1/3 would have offered to help, but at an exhorbitant price. She was glad to be back in USA.
After about an hour, fed and watered (lemonaded), they were on their way.
You never know!