14 February 2015
Today I ran into her outside McDonald's--this will teach me to stop for diet sweet tea--and she asked for a ride to CVS.
Not a problem. I even went inside to get her meds; she called the pharmacist from the car and they were fine with letting me pick them up.
Now, I knew I was going to be taking her home; not a problem, either. But then...
"Could you take me to Walmart?"
"I only have two dollars. Can you give me enough to get dinner?"
I took her shopping--and everyone at Walmart seems to know her--and we met lots of people from her church, too.
Groceries for dinner turned into a full cart, which wasn't really a problem other than I have a tiny trunk and needed the back seat of my car for her walker. I put my foot down when she wanted to get a set of $60 lamps (which I heard about several more times..."Oh, I need light, I have no light in my apartment.")
Luckily as I was loading the car, a family came out of the store and while Mom helped me put things in the trunk, her son helped my new friend into the car, because I just didn't have the upper body strength to get her from the scooter-cart into my very low front seat.
A whole lot of money later, I drove her home, carried 62 bazillion grocery bags halfway across the apartment complex (ok, it felt like that far. Really was just around the back of the building) and when I headed home I looked at my watch...two hours.
Oh yeah, I got played. I don't mind, other than now she knows my name and she knows my car, and she is not shy about asking people for things.
We totally have to move now.