When the mad queen was my neighbor he would take his enormous, black and macho truck for his trips to the local bars and one night, early morning actually, returning from a night of debauchery, he had a flat. This, however, in his inebriated state of mind, was not going to stop him, so he finished the trip driving on the flat tire and that was the end of the truck for a while. It was parked in front of the house and looking like some wounded animal, listing to one side not even having a tire to rest on. I found the tire in the canyon where it ended up after this wild and uncontrolled driving.
Living here one needs transport, so he came to me and asked to borrow my car, right neighborly and all. I said no but I would help out by driving him--and his compatriots--to the store and back. Which I did.
Later I talked to Nicholas my neighbor who also had been approached by The Mad Queen. Nicholas told me he just said NO WAY to the quest for borrowing of a vehicle and that was it. No nampy pampy helping of a unlucky neighbor.
And so I am wondering . Why cannot I be more like Nicolas ?
But then I would not really be me, now would I ?
If the Mad Queen should need help again, as much as I don't care for him, I would still do it.
That is just who I am.