We'd just left the bar after a night of celebrating the success of our work's annual charity event - the Haunted Tower. Our cars were parked in different directions; mine was only about a block and a half away so I insisted I could go it alone. Well, I hadn't gone more than twenty feet when a well-spoken, bespectacled gentleman in a Carhartt jacket embroidered with the phrase, 'expect the unexpected,' wheeled his bike next to me asking me for funds with a string of sob stories.
- He had a been a college teacher who'd lost his job.
- He'd been working odd lawn care jobs, but those jobs had dwindled recently.
- He has a new job starting on Monday with Remax.
- His car had been taken away (hence the bike), but he would get it back Monday.
- Whilst he'd been roaming around downtown with his bike, some guys had jumped him and broke his jaw.
- He needs to go see an oral surgeon to take care of his jaw.
- He has a cavity on one of his way back molars (which he cleverly pointed out).
- He had been to church and asked forgiveness.
- He hates having to ask people for charity, but he'd fallen on hard times.
- He only has nine dollars in his pocket (again, emphasis on the need for oral surgery)
- His dad has Parkinson's Disease
Three things to note: (1) I tend to be quite jaded, so I wasn't picking up what he was putting down, (2) I tend to be chronically nice to strangers, so I couldn't think of a good escape aside from repeatedly saying, "No, sorry," (3) I didn't know if this was the kind of guy who'd follow me to my car, causing even more trouble, so while he rambled I brainstormed different ways to protect myself (e.g., head back inside, channel the skills of late, great martial arts masters)
Luckily for me, I didn't have to worry about item number 3 above, because just as the teacher was spinning his yarn about his ill father, my coworkers appeared as if out of nowhere and yelled at me to get in the car. I quickly obliged.
I have never been so relieved in my life. Thank you, ladies!
2 comments:
I think channeling the great martial arts artists of the past would have been your best bet.
Scary.
I knew your tendency to be too nice would get you in trouble some day. Probably you shouldn't be walking to your car by yourself. A block and a half is a long way when you're downtown and it's dark.
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