Chocolate may not solve, but it sure helps

A friend of mine called me from the road tonight. Now, put aside the fact she was talking on a cell phone while driving, and follow me.
She told me she called because I would understand.
L said it had been a long day and before getting on the road for home, she needed gas and chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.
She got the gas and most importantly, the chocolate. Once on the road, the chocolate needed to be unwrapped. Here lies the problem. Once unwrapped, and while the woman was driving, the chocolate escaped her grasp, bounced off her belly, and fell on the floor of her car.
Here is where I come in.
L called me, knowing I would understand. Knowing of my belief that chocolate can make the world a better place in the time of turmoil.
The chocolate was on the floor. A car behind her made it impractical to put on the brakes and to pull over. There was also the possibility if she bent over to get the wonderful substance she might spur an abdominal charlie horse, and , well, L was having none of that. Just wasn't going to give that a second thought.
As we chatted and laughed, the car behind finally passed. L was able to pull over and get her chocolate.
Life was a little better.