Going my way?
Never Enough Mulch
My husband and I were leaving the grocery store and witnessed a big dramatic mulch theft. Yes, someone grabbed a bag of mulch, tossed it in their jeep and sped off, tires squealing, jumping curbs…it was confusing and hilarious. The high school clerks were mostly indifferent, but there were a couple employees freaking out and running after the jeep. Then we turn around and there is this girl standing there with her jaw hanging open, and holding a box of donuts. She just looks at us and says/demands “I need a ride. I don’t know why he just did that. That’s my cousin.” The employees who were freaking out, kind of turn and start coming toward her now that the jeep is gone. So we were like “uh..ok lets go.” She lived like 2 miles away in the mobile home park, sure enough the jeep was parked in the drive. For some reason her cousin just totally ditched her for a $4 bag of mulch. [deleted user]
The Angel (Part I)
This isn’t about picking up a hitchhiker, but rather about being picked up by someone I’m pretty sure was a damn angel.
My older sister and I took a cross country drive years ago (before cell phones were common) to go to school on the west coast. We packed up her sh*tty old minivan with just about everything we owned and hit the road. We were in Nevada, a few miles out from a town called Primm, in the middle of the desert. I knew we were low on gas, but we could see Prmim and thought we were going to be fine. The car died.
Now it looked like the town was only about a mile or two out, but the desert can f*ck with how far away things appear to be. We needed to go into town to get a can of gas, but at the same time we didn’t feel great about leaving a van full of all our stuff on the side of the road. My sister had her bike in the car, and had been riding semi-regularly and thought she could make it easy. I told I wasn’t a fan of her going off alone, but she insisted that she would rather do that than sit alone in the car waiting for me. She assured me she could do 3-4 miles round-trip easy. I told her she had 40 mins, then I was going to follow after her.
So she takes off. It was probably in the upper 90’s that day, and super dry. She had a bottle of water that was maybe half full. I’m sitting in the car, just watching the clock, and man did time feel slow. It hits 40 mins, then 45, and I can’t even see her on the horizon. I’m getting really worried, so I lock up the van, and started walking to town…
The Angel (Part II)
It is seriously hot, and as I’m walking I’m realizing we drastically underestimated the distance to Primm. I’ve been walking over a mile and the town looks like it hasn’t gotten a step closer. I still can’t see my sister up ahead, and I’m really scared at this point. Now mind you this isn’t some tiny road I’m walking down, but highway 15. There are a ton of cars driving past. I haven’t stuck my thumb out yet, but am starting to realize I might have to. Then, without any prompting, a beat up old blue ford pulls off the highway in front of me. A Mexican guy who speaks very broken english leans out and asks if I need help. I tell him we ran out of gas and that I was worried about my sister, he offers to give me a ride into town. I jump in the car.
His dashboard is covered with little angel figurines, crosses, etc, and there is a bible sitting there as well. We drive into Primm, which turns out to be more like 6-7 miles one way, watching out for my sister the whole time. No sign of her. He takes me to the first gas station, nothing. Then we cross the highway, which in Primm is a pain in the ass, and check the gas station on the other side. Still nothing. I’m seriously freaking out by this point, not sure what to do. The guy recommends we drive back to the car, in case we somehow missed her.
About a quarter of the way back to the car I can see my sister, still on her bike, ahead of us. She is wobbling on the bike, holding the gas can in one hand, clearly exhausted, and looks like she is about to go down. We pull up in front of her, and when she sees me get out of the car she just immediately started crying. She told me that she knew she wasn’t going to make it back, was scared to death, and though she probably didn’t realize it she was going into early stages of heat stroke and dehydration. It was making her irrational, normally she would have had the sense to just stop and flag someone down, but as I talked to her and tried to calm her down it was clear she wasn’t thinking straight. Tons of cars had driven right past her, a few with guys in them had even honked and made cat calls at her, though to look at her it was obvious she wasn’t biking through 90 degree weather in the desert for fun.
The old Mexican drove us all the way back to our car. Then he popped our hood, checked our oil, said we were way low, and produced a quart from his trunk. We tried to give him money, he absolutely refused even though the whole thing had taken almost an hour for him. Then he drove off with a wave, like it was nothing, like saving a couple of idiot city folk was his normal Wednesday routine. I don’t even remember his name, but he will always be a super hero in my mind.
tl;dr: ran out of gas in desert, stranger picked me up and helped me find my sister who had gone for gas, saved our asses (QuayleSpotting)