Today is a lovely sunny day, so I decided to walk up to the post office to mail a couple of books out. As I came back up the parking lot at the apartment, I noticed that a car that had been running when I left was still running. The guy was slumped over and did not answer my knocking on the window. So I ran to the manager's office and then back to the car with the manager, and when we opened the car door, the guy woke up. Thank goodness. Just tired from a long night shift. But darn, that gets the heart pumping. I could have opened the door without the manager, but I sort of wanted someone else there in case he needed urgent help, or was annoyed that some strange woman was opening his car door.