Strange Days

On Monday, I took a slightly different route to school. I was 2 minutes down that road when a man stopped me. A man in a wheelchair. A man who didn't appear to speak English. Actually, he didn't seem to be able to speak at all.

He motioned for me to push him. I'm a nice person I suppose, so I did.

His approval was punctuated by ho hoooooing (that's the only way to describe it) and by thumbs up. I figured he wanted a ride down the street. But once we were at the crosswalk, he motioned that he wanted to go up the hill. Have you ever pushed a person up a hill? It's a lot of work. Plus I had two bags on me.

I got up the hill and he motioned, ho hoooed me and thumbs uped me to continue. Suddenly the thought crossed my mind that I was saddled with this guy.

About 6 blocks later, he made me cross the street. Which was fine because I was going that way. But then he wanted to continue. I had to go to the film store. I told me I had to leave him there. It made me a little nervous. I live near a mental health facility. Did I just help him escape??? He took my hand, shook it and then gave it a big kiss. I turned and quickly made MY escape into the photo store.

When I came back out, he was gone. Guess he found another willing pusher.

S.