Take The First Exit To Kindness
I am visiting friends out of state and have rented a car. Since I don’t drink, I am the designated driver for my friends when we go to a party. After dropping everyone off, I get on the wrong freeway and am immediately lost.
As this is before the time of smartphones and GPS, I pull over to the shoulder and call my roadside assistance provider.
Roadside Assistance: “Let me put you through to the California Highway Patrol.”
She makes several attempts, but for some reason, the call never goes through. Hearing the panic in my voice, she comes up with a plan B.
Roadside Assistance: “Based on what you’ve told me, you’re actually near this office. I’m about to go off shift. Stay put, and I’ll find you.”
Me: “Are you sure? I can just—”
Roadside Assistance: “You’re a young woman in a car alone at night in a part of the country that’s strange to you. Stay put. Give me ten.”
Ten minutes later, she rolled up. She guided me not only to the right freeway but all the way to the correct freeway exit. And then, with a wave goodbye, she drove back into the night.