I, for one, do not ENJOY confessing my stupidity.
Praying for the STRENGTH to do just that right here and now.
PERHAPS some other person will learn from my BAD!
Don’t DO THIS!
My true story! This week, a few days ago, while grocery shopping.
Everything went well as expected; however, after I placed my bags carefully into my car, a man approached me and said, “If I give you $20.00 will you drive me a few miles down the road to the motel where I let my girlfriend off, as we both fell down a big cliff, which is why I am all dirty.”
I said, “No, I don’t want your $20.00, and I don’t drive anyplace I am not familiar with.”
He showed me his driver’s license; I gave him my keys. (Dummy me) I know!
With my keys now in his hands, we drove out of the parking lot, noticing quickly he drove too fast, cutting other drivers off, squeezing in and out —in other words, driving recklessly.
I remained quiet, realizing I made a big mistake and was thinking about how to get out of this problem. My first thought was to become passive since I knew I was at his mercy.
As I traveled with him, while he controlled the wheels; it seemed to me he was lost, turning corners as going in circles. He was attentive to the passing vehicles and mentioned over and over, as we passed them, he said, “My girlfriend, I saw her in that car.”
A few moments later, he saw her in another car. He spoke again after a short time passed; he saw her walking down the street.
I told myself to remain calm since he began to become nervous, shaking, as some refer to as tweaking. He was wringing his hands while waiting for the lights to turn green. Finally, when he started to sound the horn at the car in front of us, I said,
“Don’t beep the horn at other drivers; you might cause an accident.”
“No! I would not want to do that,” he politely said.
By this time, I was the one getting nervous; he spoke to me over and over, saying, “God bless you, thank you, God, thank you.”
Looking around out the window, I realized we were getting into the neighborhood where my daughter worked. An idea was wrought! I spoke clearly to him the following words. “I remember now my meeting with my daughter at 10:30. Could we drive there? It’s just around the corner.” (which it was)
He was quick to respond, “sure, tell me where to turn.”
“Next corner, turn right.”
He obliged and turned; quickly as I instructed him. As he completed the turn, he spotted his motel and seemed pleased. “Right there is where I dropped my girlfriend off.” He exclaimed, excited!
“Great, turn into their driveway,” I said.
He did, he parked, put the keys on the seat, and ran into the entrance. I didn’t know I could still move so fast; at my elderly age of 80, I soon had control of my car like a flash. Driving carefully but not soon enough, I went into the street that would free me from my nightmare. I pulled over after driving a minute or two into a shopping mall; like a dam that burst, all my emotions flooded, tears streaming down my face. I sat there and scolded myself. My adult daughters also grounded me; it seems I am not allowed to go grocery shopping anymore unless one of my adult children or daughters-in-law are with me.