No they weren't Saint Bernards with casks of brandy around their necks in the Swiss Alps and they weren't volunteering to bring clean water to an under developed nation.
But when you've been shopping for a pair of jeans for three hours straight at the Block in Orange, and you walk out into that hot parking lot, empty handed no less, sun beating down relentlessly on your head, blind from the gleaming God washed cars with no sun glasses, realizing you had parked very far away and not had anything to eat or drink since the morning...
Well, all I can say is that when I saw those Red Bull Girls it was like seeing the Red Cross with Florence Nightingale leading the pack. They quickly pulled up beside me in their matching Red Bull wagons and somehow knowing I was parched and on my last leg, they pulled out of their coolers a brand new drink-Red Bull Cola! They handed it to me, ice cold. I almost cried, the Lord works in mysterious ways folks, in mysterious ways!
