Hello, you glorious hunk of man, you!
Sorry I didn't write last evening. By the time we got home, around 6:30, I was so tired I had to take a nap. It ended up lasting nearly 11 hours. I don't know what to say. I do feel better this evening.
So, after work, Patricia arrived at the Superstore parking lot where I was waiting for her. It is our usual ritual. I park across the street from my work and she takes the bus from the downtown. Tonight, she wanted to go into the store and get a few things, so we moved the car closer to the entrance. As we walked past a gentleman I heard him say how stupid he was. I figured he was gonna swear so I covered my ears.
Then I told him not to be so hard on himself, that whatever he did couldn't be that bad. He told me that he had locked his keys in his car and had no way to contact his wife to come pick him up.
I did not revise my opinion of him. I was going to tell him about the time when I was 15 and I was hitchhiking, which is stupid unto itself. But I got picked up for a ride and reached behind the female passenger to try to open the door behind her, with zero success. The driver then informed me that it was a four door car. I defy anybody to try to beat that level of stupidity.
But I digress.
We made it as far as the entrance when my heart strings began to tug for this poor man. I left Patricia to her devices and went back to talk to him to console him, to see if there was something I could do. He wanted to talk to his wife and didn't have a cell phone, so I called his wife for him and let him talk to her. After that was over, I asked him what his plan was. He said he was going to have to leave the car there until his wife could show up with the other set of keys, but in the meantime he would have to call a cab and be transported to his job in the city's North end. I learned that he was a former police officer. I offered to drive him to that job. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
After I told Patricia of my plan, I drove the man to his job. We chatted. I told him about my side job at Frank. After he finished asking me about Denyse Sibley and her travails, we spoke about some unsolved murders. I learned a thing or two about one of those cases I am investigating.
As I dropped him off, I made the man promise that he would contact me to see how the issue with his car worked out for him. I gave him one of my blog business cards. With any luck, he will see this post and be reminded. He can write me right here at this link.
I met a nice man this evening and did him a solid. I like to think that down the road, when I need help with something, someone will do me a solid.
I am not sure what the lesson is. Maybe it is that a small act or two I did for that gentleman this evening made a real difference to him. Maybe a small act or two that you can do for someone will make that person's day and help him/her out of a real pickle. Let's try to keep it in mind that it doesn't cost anything to be nice to people.
You have a good evening and take care of yourselves. There's too much crap out there.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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