Being "Nice" isn't so rewarding sometimes

On Thursday, New England got pounded by snow. The highest amount in some cities in my state were 10 inches. Pretty bad, right? Well, my parents anticipated that the snow was going to begin in the middle of the day, so I told her how long you have to be in school to not be taken out and considered absent, and she picked up me, my siblings, and my brother's friend up at exactly that time. Guess what? The snow had begun to fall about ten minutes before my mother got us, so the snow was piling up, and fast. Why'd we bring my brother's friend with us? Because we're nice people and we like to do nice things. We were going to bring him home for his mother. So instead of going straight to our house and hang out there, we headed down to his place. At the longest, that should have been about a seven minute drive. Well, because people were panicking over the snow in their vehicles, "Oh man, where the hell are the plows!?" the roads were packed. And I don't mean the highway, we didn't take the highway. So do you know how long it took for us to bring the friend home? ONE. HOUR. That's how long it took. Now, I'm not saying it's the friend's fault or his mother's. We volunteered to do this, the nice people that we are. So we brought him home, and now we had to get home ourselves. That took, um, let's see... ANOTHER HOUR. So let's do some math, boys and girls! How long were we stuck in that car? At least two hours. So what I am trying to say here is that being nice can blow up in your face. Sure, you feel like a good person, and your karma probably rises a bit, but you end up feeling irritated and above all, stupid for doing a kind act. Now, it wasn't my mother that was supremely annoyed. She was happy to drive my brother's friend home. It was me. So next time, before you do something nice, just have a little spot in your head to remind you of this article, and think what bad could actually come out of this.