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hrjSo on my lunch hour I drove over to the 4th St foodie cluster to do some shopping for the tea party, and just after I got out of my car in the parking lot, a woman in the next row over asks a passing guy if he could give her car a jump. "Sure, if you have cables," he says. No, she says, she doesn't have cables. "I have cables," I offer cheerfully, and tell the guy I have it under control.
Well, even though she had left her lights on, the problem doesn't seem to be only a dead battery, because we can get status lights and whatnot but not even the slightest click out of the ignition. In the mean time, she's stressing out because she's supposed to be teaching a class up near campus in half an hour, and she has a car full of class materials.
"So," I say, "If I take you to your class, do you have a way to get back to your car?" She is stunned and blathers something about all her boxes of materials. (It is, evidently, a scrapbooking class.) I jerk my thumb in the direction of my vehicle. "Duh! SUV!"
We load it up and I deliver her to Cedar & Walnut. She gets my address "For a little thank-you" but I tell her to pay it forward instead.
Just time to get back to my desk. No shopping. No lunch. Sudden unexpected (pointless) meeting waiting for me. *sigh* (Lunch later, though.)
My parting thought: Next time she has car troubles, will she return to assuming that you ask the man first?
Well, even though she had left her lights on, the problem doesn't seem to be only a dead battery, because we can get status lights and whatnot but not even the slightest click out of the ignition. In the mean time, she's stressing out because she's supposed to be teaching a class up near campus in half an hour, and she has a car full of class materials.
"So," I say, "If I take you to your class, do you have a way to get back to your car?" She is stunned and blathers something about all her boxes of materials. (It is, evidently, a scrapbooking class.) I jerk my thumb in the direction of my vehicle. "Duh! SUV!"
We load it up and I deliver her to Cedar & Walnut. She gets my address "For a little thank-you" but I tell her to pay it forward instead.
Just time to get back to my desk. No shopping. No lunch. Sudden unexpected (pointless) meeting waiting for me. *sigh* (Lunch later, though.)
My parting thought: Next time she has car troubles, will she return to assuming that you ask the man first?
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Date: 2010-01-22 06:31 pm (UTC)I don't leave the first aid or chocolate in the car - Texas in-car temps get over 200, so I carry those in my Bag of Impossible Junk (i.e., my purse).