Guess it’s better than the giant “L.”
So I was out driving on the expressway when I saw an automobile parked up on the shoulder. I slowed and the woman standing next to the car waved me down. So what did I do? I pulled over and asked if she was okay.
She said she’d run out of gas and needed to get back to a nearby city. And she said she wanted to get my name and address so that she could mail me the twenty dollars right away.
Okay, that got my antennae up and waving. She actually mentioned “twenty dollars” twice.
In the last couple of weeks I seem to have become a magnet for this sort of thing. And I’m always a little suspicious. What can I say, I was raised in a big city. I also thought she was driving in the wrong direction for where she claimed to be going. But I gave her enough money for a couple of gallons of gas. I knew the make and model of her car, had a good idea of the mileage and distance she’d be driving, was pretty sure two gallons would cover it.
Funny thing is, I’m pretty sure I’m much more likely to hand over the money to people of color.
Anyway, I got home and I looked at the map to see the route to that city. Because I just had to know what was written on my forehead.