Graciousness amid gridlock
RECENTLY we came out of our doctor’s office downtown and looked for our car. It was gone!
My husband had missed the sign giving the parking time limits. He wheeled me back to the office (I use a wheelchair, and it was a very hot day.) I waited in the lobby while he went to find out where the car had been towed to and how it could be “redeemed.”
I got talking to a charming gentleman, Neil, who said the same thing had happened to him recently. When my husband returned, he was not very happy, but he knew where the car was and how much it cost. He asked how to get a taxi.
Just then Neil’s wife, Sue, arrived, and they offered to take us to the impound lot.
We tried to say no, but they insisted on driving us through the worst traffic jams you can imagine, down Portage Avenue and up Main Street, gridlock all the way.
When we tried to apologize, Neil said, “We’re retired. What else do we have to do?” He told us someone had done the same thing for him.
We are extremely grateful to Neil and Sue for their generosity and caring. We’ll pay it forward ASAP.