Otto and his girlfriend Brissa were driving merrily down the middle
of the road one rainy night on their way to a party when they
approached a little old lady trying vainly to change a flat tire.
"Gee, that's too bad," said Brissa.
"Yeah," agreed Otto.
"Maybe we should help her," added Brissa.
"We? You mean me. I'm not going to get wet. Besides, what good
would it do me to help her? I don't even know who she is, and she
probably doesn't have any money, or at least not enough to make
getting wet worthwhile."
"But it would make you feel good to do a good deed," Brissa offered.
"Well, it makes me feel good to stay in here and keep dry,"
snapped Otto.
"It would make me happy, Otto," said Brissa, in her softest, most
feminine voice.
"You? Boy, you're awfully selfish. Always thinking about yourself.
You know, I wasn't put here just to cater to your stupid, idle
whims." As his anger rose, Otto sped up a little, just in time to
hit a large puddle near the little old lady, drenching her in a sheet
of muddy water.
"Stop, Otto!" Brissa cried, exasperated. "I'll help her."
"Aw shut up," Otto snarled. "Do you think I'm going to walk into the
party with a girl who's all wet and disheveled, looking like a
drowned rat? You want people to laugh at me? Think of somebody
besides yourself for a change. Now fix your makeup and keep your
mouth shut."