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A small karmic payback
I know what it's like being stuck in the middle of nowhere; 5½ years ago I
found myself in the middle of Georgia in a car with a seized up transmission.
Being 500 miles from home is bad enough.
It's worse when half-way between Christmas and New Years Eve.
On the weekend.
But due to the kindness of quite a few people I didn't know (like the tow
truck driver who never did charge me for towing) and quite a few people I
didn't know in person (some friends I met over the Internet drove the three
hours south from Atlanta to pick me up) I was able to enjoy the rest of my
vacation and get home (I arranged a ride with a couple [1] down to Disney
(Fee the Mouse you bastards!) [2]; from there I was on my own, which is a
story for another time).
Chuck didn't have it quite as bad.
Chuck, a high rise window washer (which made for some interesting
conversation during the drive) who hails from Ohio [3], found himself stuck
in Miami [4], having missed the last Tri-Rail [5] train. My friend Greg found
him there (as he too, missed the last Tri-Rail train out of [DELETED-Dodge-
DELETED] Miami). Chuck needed to get to the Tri-Rail station serving the Ft.
Lauderdale/Hollywood International Airport [6] so the two of them shared a
taxi (which Greg expensed to his company, since he was down in Miami on
business).
It was from there that I met Greg and Chuck to give them a lift.
Actually, I was only expecting to give Greg a lift.
But to save Chuck from riding his bike nearly 10 miles, at night, up hill all
the way (okay, so maybe not up hill) I gave him and his bike a lift.
[1]
http://slumberland.org/wedding/honeymoon.html
[2]
http://www.disney.com/
[3]
http://www.state.oh.us/
[4]
http://www.ci.miami.fl.us/
[5]
http://www.tri-rail.com/
[6]
http://www.broward.org/fll.htm
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