I did something unbelievably stupid yesterday. Incredibly moronic. Amazingly idiotic. I'm still kicking myself over it.

It happened as I was driving out to the shooting range yesterday. I was driving along Interstate 59, when my truck started making a funny noise. Now, my truck has a slow oil leak, so the first thing that popped into my head was that the slow leak had become fast and perhaps my engine was about to go kaput. So, I pulled over to the side of the interstate. I popped the hood and checked the oil; it was a bit low, though not so low as to be causing the odd noise, but I decided to go ahead and put a quart of oil in anyway while I had the hood open.

So I'm standing in front of my car, waiting for the oil to drain in, when I see a car pull over about a hundred yards ahead. It starts backing up--obviously stopping to render assistance--and I note that it's a very nice-looking green Corvette convertible, with the top down. The car backs to within about 15 feet of my truck, the driver turns around in his seat to look at me, and I can see that it's a very good-looking man, wearing some really styling sunglasses. He smiles and gives me that "You need help?" look...

Here's where I do the colossally dumb thing.

I smiled, waved, and said, "I got it. I'm okay. Thanks anyway."

He smiled, waved, and drove off.

The instant he started driving off I was like, "Aaaaauuuuggghhh!!! What have I done?!" A great-looking guy, nice enough to stop and render aid, driving a really nice Corvette... And I wave him off!!! People dream of things like that happening to them! There are letters written to Dear Abby in the "How we met" theme about events like that! I could have played Helpless Damsel to the hilt and probably scored dinner out of it!

So, that was it. That was my big chance. And I blew it.

"I got it. I'm okay. Thanks anyway."

Aaaagggghhhh!