The Hell's Angels, back in the day, used to have a pretty funny gag. There they are, a convoy of full-dress middle finger terrorizing some stretch of highway on their way to take over a vacant lot or something, at the height of the biker panic, and they would pull over to politely help some stranded motorist change their tire and hand them a cheeky business card as they left.
I like the bit so much I make a habit of it, and it's nice when I drive down some stretch of road and see a downed tree that I remember moving out of the road before the road crews even knew it was down. It's funny to be the help nobody expected. It's even funnier when I'm dressed like an absolute lunatic and they have to reorient from "My God, Martha, get the revolver!" to "It has been so long since I believed that a stranger would care enough to spit on me were I ablaze." I even have a little catchphrase and everything. After I've pulled the tree out of the road with my super
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