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The Daytime Crap of a Folksinger Slob

Strange encounter. Two twentysomething women approached me in the parking lot. I'd rented a car to take Ms. Keller to the vet. Not a vet we'd seen before. Young, never seen Ms. Keller before. The beginning and end of his diagnosis was "you should consider euthanasia." Can't blame him, really, but he has an aussie of his own, an active, fully functional, not-blind one. He hasn't seen how well she's adapted to four years of being blind. But her back legs are starting to fail now. We don't know if it's a slipped disc or more neural degeneration (eyes and ears already going, but still enjoying her toys, her food, and her lying-on-the-back-in-ecstacy-belly-scratches.) So we put off the inevitable for a month and got some pain meds. She's doing better now, but it's not likely to be very long before we lose her.

But back to the story. So these two twentysomethings approached me in the parking lot with a story that ran like "we like borrowed my Bumpa's car but it's like out of juice (waves her cellphone at me) and we want to like *mumble* and a gas station like..." the other one pipes up "pioneer or something..." and the first one continues "so we can get going again."

So I point 200 yards down the road to the huge Pioneer Fuel sign and say "you mean right over there?" and she says "yeah."

So, not quite clear on what she wants, I ask "but I don't know what I can do about it."

Clearly, she thinks this is a brush-off, and says "You know. Don't worry about it."

So I say "no, seriously. What do you want me to do?"

Apparently, she just wanted me to drive them the 200 yards to the Pioneer Fuels station.

200 yards. They'd been sitting in the parking lot waiting to be DRIVEN 200 yards. They'd called their "Bumpa", but he couldn't help because it was HIS car they had run out of gas in.

200 yards. They could have walked it in 3 minutes. Tops. There was a sidewalk.

So I drove them. They were EVER SO THANKFUL.

200 yards. What the hell is wrong with these people?

I can't wait until they're raiding our pensions and unplugging us from our respirators.



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Dec. 5th, 2012 07:40 am (UTC)
That's so bizarre that the mind ends up wanting to create other reasons for their odd behavior. The other reasons don't stand up to the Occam's Razor test (which says they're simply lazy), but it's too weird.

I mean, if your destination is within sight and easy walking distance, why wouldn't you walk? Doesn't it seem verging on the Twilight Zone-ish to you?
Dec. 5th, 2012 11:59 am (UTC)
I'll have to admit, I was wondering if it was some kind of a con. Except that they seemed so helpless, as if they needed someone's approval before walking down the street. With the near-complete obsession with safety first these days, I'm beginning to think that they were feeling like they'd be abducted if they were out walking on their own.

But, as you say, most likely explanation: just kinda lazy....
Dec. 5th, 2012 12:03 pm (UTC)
I'm beginning to think that they were feeling like they'd be abducted if they were out walking on their own.

And so climbing in a car with a stranger is the solution?

Too strange. Twilight Zone is looking more and more plausible. Did they leave a glowing something behind, or a suitcase of money or anything like that?
Dec. 6th, 2012 11:11 am (UTC)
Oh, Barry, I'm so sorry to learn Ms. Keller is not doing so well. I hope she continues to recover.

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