11/23/07

Beautiful Stranger

I don't care what my mother told me. Sometimes, it is okay to talk to strangers.

Like when it is minus a bagillion outside, and you've waited 20 minutes for a cab, give up, and decide it's probably faster just to walk home and feed your very hungry puppy....

And someone spies your poor wind-bitten face and shivering form, pulls over, and asks if you want a ride, wherever you are going.

Its things like that, little random acts of kindness, that I would likely be wary of "down south" that give the north its charm.

Kudos "Jon" ... I'll make sure to pass on the favour.

2 comments:

Anonymous November 24, 2007 at 8:27 AM  

So, in general Jackie, your job involves talking to strangers. So I agree you will often have to disregard the advice intended for a young child.

However, I maintain you do have to be careful, no matter how old or where you are about accepting drives from strangers.

Mom

aida November 25, 2007 at 10:51 PM  

my husband is in Rankin now, waited 45 minutes for a taxi at the northern before deciding to walk back to his hotel. He had to drag a 20 kg bag of rice when someone asked if he wanted a ride. yes, its one of those random act of kindness.