I try, but geez do I fail miserably when attempting to help others.
There have been too many times that I've mistakenly given wrong directions.... at work, the store... and I realize my error too late and feel horrible. I don't know why people keep coming up to me and request assistance; I should just wear a sign that says "Ask At Your Own Risk" or something.
It happened again today.
As I was leaving the parkade at work, a lady and her elderly mother were backing their little car away from the automated exit gate. Looking distressed and stopping in the entrance lane, they waved to me so I rolled down my window.
"Do you know where we can pay for our parking?"
Oh crap. I couldn't recall... you see, I have always used my handy-dandy "Magic Parking Gate Thingy" to enter and exit.
But I DID know that this exit had no attendant.
So I suggested to them to re-park, cross the street and ask the Parking Guy at the other hospital lot where to pay.
They thanked me, and as a lineup of cars began to queue up behind my van, I left feeling pretty good about lending a helping hand to strangers in need.
I felt like a Good Samaritan.
I felt smart.
"S-M-R-T. Smart. I am smart."
Until I was half-way home and remembered there was a parking pay station around the corner just a few feet away from that exit.
I really NEED to make that sign. And one for the car too.
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