Topic: Personal Stories
I was waiting for a ride to pull up one day. I was standing on my block, finishing a cigarette, when I saw the car drive up in front of my building. I put my cig out, then ran up, swung the car door open and jumped inside. I looked over to say something and right then I noticed something -- I didn't know who the hell the driver was! I quickly looked around the inside of the car, saw that I didn't recognize a thing, and in Sherlock Holmes fashion deduced that I was in the wrong damn car! I hurriedly said I was sorry, and jumped out! I was lucky, particularly in my neighborhood, that the driver didn't pull out a gun. Yes this was embarrassing and even dangerous, but it was also sad. Sad because it wasn't the first time that it had happened.
Another day I was once again waiting for a ride. This time I was looking for a minivan. I had been waiting a while, and was getting a bit tired, when my ride finally pulled up. I ran up to the back door, and admittedly pulled on it like a person who was tired of waiting. The door didn't budge, so I pulled again and again...and again the door didn't move. I looked into the window and I saw a couple of shocked children who I didn't recognize; and an equally shocked and unrecognized mom and dad. I figured out my error and immediately apologized. Old eyes come with old age, but if I don't start being more careful with these "Old Eyes" I'm not going to make it to an older age...
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Posted by Steven Whitehurst
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Updated: Monday, 5 September 2016 6:37 PM CDT
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