Well, not really distress, but saying, "Help a lady in need of help" sounded a bit redundant . Anyway, I was taking an earlier than normal 12 mile bike ride, and I pass up a cute looking lady on the right side. I go to the next street, realize it's a dead end, and turn around. About to pass by the lady when she asks if I have 50 cents. I hate looking at cute ladies dead on, beacuse if I don't say something soon, I find myself staring directly into the others eyes as if in a trance . Thankfully, I think that I was able to avoid it this time, but sadly had to tell her I couldn't help out, and went on my merry way. Heh, as I got home, I looked in the mirror, and realized that my front hair was standing out on end like it was spiked, thanks to the danged wind. Hopefully that didn't make me look too unkempt, or weird for that matter .