you rule, Frank. I did something similar once, too long ago.
I worked for years at Greyhound Courier Express. Christmas is a real nightmare, 12-16 hour days for a solid month, everyone ends up tired and irritable. Can't remember what exact day it was, around Dec 20th I think. A young Native woman comes in with her baby. A cab brought her there. She got a call that a parcel was there for her. I wasn't working the counter at the time as I was one of the supervisors.
She gets her parcel and opens it up. She starts crying, saying there should have been money in it. There's a few articles of clothing but no cash. She's bawling now. The cabbie has a real heart of gold, berating her for cab fare. I give him $10 and tell him to **** off.
It takes a few minutes, but I manage to calm her down. Her little boy is upset as well and quite obviously needs to be changed. I offer her a ride but she isn't sure how to get back to where she is staying. She calls someone and I get on the phone to ask directions. It turns out she's staying in the Native Women's shelter.
I get everyone in the car and give her a ride over. I was told by the woman on the phone not to get out of the vehicle as a number of their guests are just plain scared of men. She gets out and gives me a smile and a wave. One of the women working there comes out and offers me some cash for the ride and I refuse. "Merry Christmas" I said and smiled. The good deed was it's own reward.
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