Play along with me here for a minute.
Imagine some drunk wandering down the sidewalk at 3 in the morning. He’s got a cigarette dangling from his lip and a half-empty beer bottle he’s sloshing around in his hand. He’s alternately singing “Paradise by the Dashboard Light,” kicking the rearview mirrors of parked cars, and sobbing.
He’s a sad sight — until he slips on the ice in front of your house.
You run out and help him to his feet. He thanks you,
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