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Samaritanism
Sep. 24th, 2003 12:37 pmThis morning I headed down to Anton's, the coffee shop near my place, for breakfast. After breakfast, I got in my car and, since I didn't fancy trying to pull back into busy traffic that close to an intersection, went around on back roads to about a block north, where I'd have a better view from both sides.
As I was looking north, preparatory to making a left turn (Anton's is on the west side of Glenstone), I saw a solitary figure in black skirt and white blouse walking down the street from the north. "Say," I thought. "That looks like my next door neighbor." She works at Steak and Ale, a restaurant/pub a mile or so south on Glenstone. I'd driven her to work a few days earlier when she'd asked if she could borrow my phone to call a cab, since her place of work was on the way to mine.
So, I waited to see if it was indeed her—passing up several good chances to pull out into traffic, but that was okay since nobody was on the street behind me—and it turned out it was indeed she. She had missed her bus, and had been going to use a pay phone to call work and tell them she was walking and would be a little late. I, of course, would have none of this. "Which way are you going?" she asked. I actually had been going to head north, to visit a hardware store—but I certainly wasn't going to turn a blind eye to her plight. Besides, there was another hardware store only a little further away to the south.
After I had finished my act of good Samaritanism, I headed over to Meek's Hardware on East Sunshine to get a putty chisel and a razor scraper, and attacked the caulk on my freezer that my well-intentioned brother had put on to prevent leaks when I'd moved in. The appliance repair guy asked that I have it off by the time he showed up here this evening so he could replace some parts in it. I think I've managed to strip it all out now, or at least enough of it that the floor panel of the freezer will be removeable.
I guess I'll spend the rest of the day cleaning the place up.
As I was looking north, preparatory to making a left turn (Anton's is on the west side of Glenstone), I saw a solitary figure in black skirt and white blouse walking down the street from the north. "Say," I thought. "That looks like my next door neighbor." She works at Steak and Ale, a restaurant/pub a mile or so south on Glenstone. I'd driven her to work a few days earlier when she'd asked if she could borrow my phone to call a cab, since her place of work was on the way to mine.
So, I waited to see if it was indeed her—passing up several good chances to pull out into traffic, but that was okay since nobody was on the street behind me—and it turned out it was indeed she. She had missed her bus, and had been going to use a pay phone to call work and tell them she was walking and would be a little late. I, of course, would have none of this. "Which way are you going?" she asked. I actually had been going to head north, to visit a hardware store—but I certainly wasn't going to turn a blind eye to her plight. Besides, there was another hardware store only a little further away to the south.
After I had finished my act of good Samaritanism, I headed over to Meek's Hardware on East Sunshine to get a putty chisel and a razor scraper, and attacked the caulk on my freezer that my well-intentioned brother had put on to prevent leaks when I'd moved in. The appliance repair guy asked that I have it off by the time he showed up here this evening so he could replace some parts in it. I think I've managed to strip it all out now, or at least enough of it that the floor panel of the freezer will be removeable.
I guess I'll spend the rest of the day cleaning the place up.