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I drive a beater that I refuse to trade in because I just like the damn thing. Last week, the fairly new battery went from ok to kaput during a short trip. Thankfully it was around 9 in the morning on a bright but not too busy road. I call triple a, pushed it as far over to the side of the road as I could then sat inside while I waited. While pushing it, a nigger pulls up, jumps out. Offers to let me use his phone to call - I say I already did. He keeps referring to me as a damsal in distress and that I'm lucky he's there to help. Proceeds to not help in any way. I keep my distance and firmly let him know I'm good and just going to wait for the tow. He continues hovering, saying the damsal in distress thing and introducing himself by name imagining I'd give him mine. Keeps repeating that this will be his good deed for the day and that I shouldn't be nervous. Literally does nothing but stands by the side of the road babbling. Asks me if he can give me a ride somewhere. Asks me where I live. Starts getting agitated when I defer all these questions. Thankfully had my dog with me. She's a little gal but part beagle and has the capacity to sound much more vicious than she is. She was in the car going nuts at this guy, practically frothing at the mouth and sticker her snoot out the window crack. He finally leaves after I state politely but firmly many times that I'm good and will wait with my car. I breathe the biggest sigh of relief ever when he finally shrugs and goes away.

"Stress caused by niggers" should be a medically recognized diagnosis for whites.