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Originally Posted by Dannyrado
So, i've been out on my mountain bike for a few hours, i'm knackered, but we pop into Sainsbury's for some food on the way home.
Walking across the car park i see a trolley (taken by the wind) FLYING towards an old shape M5. I'm talking seriously quickly here, it would've smashed his tail-light at the very least.
Nobody does anything, even though there were a lot of people closer than me. I remember looking at how tidy the M5 was for a split second and then deciding to run.
I got it! Stopped it. Then it came to stopping myself, and I fell flat on my arse on the tarmac because of my gay cycling shoes. I must have been horizontal in the air for a few seconds with how hard i landed.
I've had a shitty bad back all day now. And the owner of said M5 will never know....
That is all. As you were...
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The M5 owner may never know, but that's not really the point! You've done a good deed, selflessly, without wanting recognition or reward. That's the mark of a proper good deed.
There, that should help soothe the pain of your bad back
