<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Need my help?  What do you want me to do? I don't know anything about cars."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I could talk you through it."<br/><br/>Instead of simply accepting an injured man's aid, Frank saw the blonde reach into her glove box and take out the owner's manual.  She popped the book through the window and Frank caught it.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here you are, sweetie, this should help."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She was staying in the car.  She wanted Frank to change her tire by himself even though he couldn't.  Again, he tapped on the window, this time with his crutch.  "I know what to do already, but I'm not physically capable."  He held up the crutch as much as he dared, especially since he was putting so much weight on the other one.  "I can talk you through it.  Won't take but a minute or two.  I have tea and coffee inside.  Hot chocolate."  He didn't get much of a reaction so he put his weight back on the crutch and said, "Help?"<br/><br/>But Frank knew if the blonde didn't come out, then she would be stuck in front of his house<em>all day.</em>