BS Friday

Last night an Indian lady (accent and all) in my class asked if anyone lived on XX Road. She needed a ride home because the bus doesn't show up until 10, and we usually get out of class at 9, and she didn't want to wait an hour and then take a 20 minute ride home. I volunteered and said that I could do it. Here's how the conversation went.

Me: I am not really going that way, but I'll take you.
Her: Are you sure?
Me: It's fine, it's not a big deal. Buses suck.
Her: You don't mind?
Me: No no. It's cool.
Her: It's no problem?
Me: No, I'll take you home.
Another girl in class with an accent yells: SHE'S GOING TO GIVE YOU A RIDE!
A few other students started laughing.
The Indian lady was happy.

After class, we were walking to the parking lot, and I showed her where my car was. She got in and then said 'Phew, I'm so relieved. I thought you had your motorcycle, and I was worried about a ride because I didn't have a helmet.' I started laughing and told her that if I rode my motorcycle, I wouldn't have offered her a ride. You should have seen the look on her face when she was in my car. Such relief. HA!!HA!!

When we got to her house she invited me in to meet her kids. I told her I was tired, and was just going to go straight home. She asked me about three times if I wanted to go in. Finally, she got out of the car, and waited for me to turn the car around so she could say goodbye. I wonder what her story is. Everyone has a story, and she seemed so nice and so polite and so thankful that I gave her a ride. I guess I made her day. I guess it's fate that I was feeling crampy and gross and took the car. I made a new friend.