I do not read it. She is live in a helicopter. Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right, that's right, that's right. But I definitely didn't misread street names all the time of the city I grew up in when I started here. But anyway, I was getting off the expressway. I noticed the woman in front of me, well, the car in front of me, I didn't know it was a girl at the time, had a really really low like back tire and it looked like it was about to go flat and I was a little bit worried I saw there was a lot of people in the car and I thought you know what good Samaritan moment I'm gonna catch up with her I'm gonna get her attention I'm gonna let her know because you know what we do we help other people out that's what we're supposed to do so I pull up next to her on Greenbelt Parkway I know I know and I'm like not flying to catch up with her because the speed limit there is already like 50 but i'm going a little bit faster than her just trying to catch up with her at the light because i know nobody hits that light and um unfortunately there were like too many cars in my lane i couldn't okay so i'm like all right we're going the same direction i'll catch her at the next light and i can tell that she feels my presence and is a little freaked out by me so i switched lanes because i saw the next light we were going to be next to each other and she switched lanes to get in front of me and so i switched to the other lane and she's And then I went, oh, no, I'm being a crazy person, and I'm just trying to help. And I back off, and I go, she's definitely freaked out by me. Her passengers, like, keep turning around and looking at my car, and I go, this is not worth it. This is not worth it. She's weirded out. I freaked her out. Didn't mean for that to happen. Two minutes later, we're going down the trail. We end up at a red light together. I go, I have to tell her. She already thinks I'm a psychopath. I might as well help her out. So I get to lay next to her, and her window's down maybe like two inches. I think she was smoking. So it was like two inches so that she could ask her a cigarette. I went, hey, sorry, you're about to get a flat tire. I just wanted you to know. And she rolls down her window and goes, I didn't know why you were following me. You were so scary, but thank you. And I'm like, I know. I'm so sorry. I felt so bad. But I was like I felt like a total creeper But I wanted to be helpful