A couple of weeks ago, I got in an argument with my dad while at a shop downtown. I got frustrated and went outside to sit in the car, but I realized my dad had locked the car, and I wasn't about to go ask for the keys. I left my phone in the car, so I sat on the sidewalk and entertained myself by flicking pebbles around me. About a half hour after I sat down, a guy came and asked me if I was okay. I told him that my dad and I had gotten in an argument inside one of the shops, and I needed some air. He was really nice, and sat and talked to me for a couple minutes about my argument with my dad, and helped me see the reason behind my dad's anger. Before he left, he told me to apologize to my dad and make an effort to have a nice day. Jesse, if you're reading this by some twist of fate, thank you. I was on the verge of tears when you walked up, and you really helped me out. We only talked for a total of maybe two minutes, but you really made my day, and that means a lot to me. I don't think I'll ever forget about you.