Off-Ramp Etiquette

My car broke down on an offramp yesterday. It was nice. Big retaining wall providing shade, only two miles from the auto repair shop, wide shoulder to park on, and since it was an off-ramp. . .no semi's barrelling by at 1000 mph peeling the skin off my arms. It was during evening rush hour, so there was a lot of traffic. Most people looked tired after a long day at work, and so they didn't dare look my way. I understood. . .that's how I usually am as well. But over the course of about 1/2 hour, four guys slowed down and asked if they could help. I had a cell phone, and so a tow truck was already on the way. But it was nice that they asked. One big burly guy driving a big burly truck was the best. He pulled up behind me, flicked his hazard lights on, and asked me if I needed a cell phone or a lift somewhere. I thanked him and told him that the tow truck would be there soon and he drove off with a bit of a twinkle in his eye that reminded me of my big burly uncle back in West Virginia. I thought to myself that guys like that truly love to help other folks. I don't usually notice these things. And I'm afraid I'm really not one of those guys. But I'm glad my car broke down yesterday so I could meet one.