When my husband HAS to drive his car to the mall, he parks far in the hopes nobody will park near and hit the car with their doors or shopping carts. (Usually we use the van which is older and beat up. But the car has snow tires.) So, we are parked in the farthest corner. Get in the car....and there's this old lady. We lost sight of her, so we are trying to see where she is before driving. She had walked around the back of our car, and started banging the driver door with her cane.
DH rolls down his window and tells her to stop hitting his car. And she says "I can't find my home. I don't know what street it's on." He gets out and calms her down (eyeing his door and looking for dents). She knows the number but not the street name.
I take out my phone and am about to call the police to come help her...but DH gets her to show him her checkbook and sees her address. We cannot just point where she lives...but it's within a block of our address, so we know where it is. We were not actually going home....but he looks at me....then says to her...get in we'll drive you home.
She says "I'm 87. I forget things."
We put her groceries in our trunk and her and her cane in the back seat. (And secretly hope she's not some crazy, lol.)
She was not very clean. I'm not trying to be rude, but I think she was a bit overdue for her monthly bath. This is important because my husband is a germaphobe. And when I say that, understand, it's a medical diagnosis, not just a joke. He really is a germaphobe and sometimes has to fight an inner battle to go out in public. But, he offered her a drive.
We get to the address, but it is not just one building. It is about 5 buildings with one address, and at first she doesn't know which one is hers. It's cold, icy, and getting dark. We cannot just abandon her. I know the building manager, and was about to call him, when she suddenly gets all excited. She sees her door. The stairs are icy, so I get her groceries, and take her arm to help her up the stairs. I decide best be safe, and make sure she has a key and it lets her into the building.
I came back to our car laughing. I told DH that she said "I can't believe how often I find nice people who help me get home." And he says, "I've been had, haven't I." Still not sure..maybe. (We decided it doesn't matter if we were had or not. She definitely was near 90, it was cold and icy and if we saved her cab fare that's OK.)
So, we head to where we were going, and I can see DH is really uncomfortable. Like there are bugs crawling on him. He looks in the back seat (remember, this is the car he babies) and in a sad voice he says "I hope she didn't pee back there. She really seemed upset, then so.....relieved."