Good people still, redux

I have a thing about sitcoms.

I don't think most of them are funny. There's something in me that cringes at seeing someone publicly humiliated. Even in my childhood, when Lucy stood in the ruins of her latest fool stunt and cried like a baby, while Ricky, Fred, and Ethel stared at her and the audience pointed and laughed, I wanted to leave the room.*

The only real exception I recall was the Dick Van Dyke show. As often as not, the stories were flashbacks, as Rob and Laura told their friends about their latest misadventures. And that made a big difference to me. If they were over it enough that they thought it was funny...

As my regulars know, I can't post every day right now So I don't always write things down the day they happened. This time that was a good thing. Yesterday's entry would have been a lot less funny if I'd written it then.** As it is, there was time for me to see some humor in it. And time for a few more things to happen.
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Like the first call to the company this morning.
When they told me another driver, for another company, had found my wallet and contacted them. He's going to mail it to me.
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Like the guy who drove me to the terminal.
Headquarters diverted a team truck to the rest area I was marooned in, and one of those drivers took over the driving duties.*** Mexican, I gather. His English was just good enough to get by on (which made it far better than my high-school French ever was), so our conversation couldn't get too deep. But he tried. Recommended a few restaurants at the exits on our way, told me about his son's upcoming wedding. Even bought me lunch. "Today is for you, tomorrow for me," he said. I got the impression he was translating a proverb.
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Like my friends at home,
who organized two expeditions to the DMV office this afternoon.

The first was a scouting run, so I'd know what papers and what kind of cash I'd need. That friend couldn't finish the job because his son needed a ride home from school. So a neighbor took me back to fill out the forms and pay the government--with cash loaned to me by a third friend.

Which means I will get a few more miles in this week.
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Oh, and the friend with the car, who came back to bring me to the terminal tonight.

And the wife who understood that I couldn't stay and work at the same time, however much she wished I could.
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Gosh. It's hard to be bitter and cynical with people like that around. What a bummer.
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*Have I dated myself yet?

**Today's entry wasn't written today, either, but let's not go there.

***Just to the terminal. Somebody came over in the wee hours and traded trailers with me, and took my load to the customer.