Sorry for being Nice...
I suffered through it once, but they fed it to me twice, I am not one for third helpings, so sorry for being nice… Stuck with a problem, soon enough the damsel is in distress… You stop by, calm her with a smile and sort out the mess… But if you go the extra mile and drop some helping advice… Contemptuous stares with icy regards is your reward for being nice… But surely not every one of them is a thankless twit… In some cases this helping out brings friendship as a gift… You talk, share, laugh, and sometimes become good friends… But that’s far as the fairy tale goes, the good days soon enough, end... Down with heartache over love with a jerk, they come to you… Cry out their sorrows, and clueless as always, ask for you to sort this out too… “You are a guy, you should know”, their words to coax out some advice… Give them the logical solution, and it’s as if you are the definition of malice… But again, surely not every one of them is bereft of wit… I