Monday, November 30, 2009
A couple months ago, I walked home from work and was almost home. My legs were tired, but the afternoon was young. I saw a man approaching me.
"Hey big man- you afraid of me?" He asked. I guess he was asking because he was a different race than me. I thought it was strange.
"No." I said.
"Hey, I need help. I need help pushing my car."
"Ok." I said. I've helped push a lot of cars in my life. The key is pushing with the knees instead of the back. We started to walk. He was thankful I was helping him. His car was out of gas, he said.
"No prob." I said. "Where's the car?"
"Uh. On Brady. Holton and Brady."
I stopped walking.
"Wow." I said. "I'm the first person you found between here and there?" It was about 11 or 12 blocks from where we were (I don't know how many blocks the bridge counts as, but I'll say 2).
"So we would have to walk the 12 blocks, then push it 6 or 7 blocks to the gas station on North and Humboldt." I told the guy.
"No, we can't take it there. We have to take it to Capitol." I stopped walking, again.
"What?!" I said. "Why would we push it to Capitol?!" Capitol is about 22 blocks from Brady, the origin point of the gasless car.
"Because the gas station on North doesn't have diesel."
"Diesel?!" I said. "What kind of a car is this?!"
"Well, it's more of a truck." I stopped walking, for real this time.
"Look, man." I said. "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news here, or whatever, but you and me aren't going to push a truck for 22 blocks through the angry motorists of Holton Street."
The guy then said if I gave him like ten bucks he could buy a gas can and some gas. Even if it wasn't a scam, I had no money. I literally had two dollars left for the bus in the morning and 50 cents for my sole nutrients for my shift of work- a paper cup of coffee from the vending machine.
As it turns out, it was a scam, or I guess a cursed vehicle, I've seen the guy two more times trying to get reluctant people to help push his car.
Overall, I think this story is funny, especially the image of me pushing a truck at .01 mph while people honk and flip the bird.
The only thing that pisses me off is that, hey I'll help someone push their car. And I hope if I'm in a jam someone will help me. But this type of scamming makes people retreat instead of lending a hand.