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Need A Ride?
March 3, 2007Whenever the weather is good, the husband and I take a walk around the neighborhood. And by neighborhood I mean outside the gate of our community, into a short stretch of road, crossing over to the nearby Target, and back.
Most of the time, we end up buying a few things from our favorite store. Bags of chips perhaps, a DVD that was on sale for $5, a loaf of wheat bread. Despite my propensity to buy things not entirely necessary, we never forget that we have to walk on the way back.
This afternoon was any ordinary jaunt to the red store. On the way home, casually talking about how the weekend promises to be beautiful and how wonderful it would be if the husband could just get away from work, we became suddenly aware of a car stopping beside us. The woman driver asked us if we were all right and if we needed a ride home, eyeing the two bags the husband was carrying, which she must think were heavy. We said we were okay; we didn't need a ride.
She was a good soul all right, but we couldn't quite discount the possibility that she must think we were illegal immigrants, with no car and valid driver licenses to drive with. If we were white folks walking with shopping bags between us, she'd have thought nothing of it, that we were just two people enjoying a walk on a sunny afternoon. We pondered on this a bit and then suddenly, we burst out laughing, as the husband started pretending that the bags were indeed heavy and upping the ante by limping, trying to see if another one of those good souls would stop and ask if we needed a ride.
Ah, to be strangers (read: strange people) in a (sometimes) strange land.


