This morning, setting out to uni, and being of a jovial frame of mind, I decided to do that which I have long been talking about. That is, make a little contribution towards easing my guilt of solo uni-bound motoring by picking up random bus-hunting strangers. Whizzing past a girl on my street, I screeched to a halt a few steps in front of her and proffered a lift,
“No thanks!” She bellowed, in return to my roaring offer, “I’m not heading in there today.”
The beast, in all its glory.
Not to be deterred, I pulled up my great white elephant (read Volvo) at first bustop I came to. This time was more successful, as a red and black head nodded their acceptance and sallied forth into the waiting leather comfort of my ride.
“Can we fit two more in?” I asked the car in general, and was again met with nods, as the next bustop delivered me my next couple of charges.
I chauffeured a greyhound mad vet, fond of the domestic variety, rather than their hard nosed racing brothers, a pretty biomedical student, and two silent and simultaneously alarmed and excited foreign-exchange students. It was a tight fit, but no one was complaining as I pulled up to the main drive of the University.
My canine-oriented friend recomended me this noble animal.
“What a great way to start the morning!” expostulated the vet, as he jumped the other passengers in a bid for speedy exit.
“I hope someone returns your random act of kindness for the day!” said the pretty biomedical readhead.
“Thank you sweet girl!” chirped the foreign exchange students, or words to that effect.
I sailed off to my class, the wind in my hair and a smile splitting my cheeks. Now I am a person who is happy in my own company, for the most part. But when it comes to the ‘inbetweens’, you know, the times of travel and movement and space, sandwiched in the middle of one thing and another, I do like a fellow man or two riding high beside me. And as I drove away, I wondered just how far I could push it with the lift-giving before I became known as the crazy car-driving lady who won’t take no for an answer.
Crazy Cat Lady, closest relative of Crazy Lift-Giving Lady.
