What could go wrong on a morning when all the traffic lights are out?
Well, I packed some hot dog rolls into a Woolies shopping bag together with some cheese grillers and set off to gym. Stay with me – the hot dogs and gym visual is true.
The plan was to give the food away before it expired without my husband finding out. Long story…
I never quite made it to the gym (no surprises there) but I decided to sit down for some scrambled eggs instead. Just before I picked a spot, I saw someone I could give the food away to. The man sells Homeless Talk, a newspaper that I have seen a million times but never bought.
As I sat down at the cafe for my breakfast, I reached for my wallet to put the parking ticket in the spot where I always put my parking ticket and that’s when I realised that my wallet was in the black hot dog bag! The plan had been to stick the empty shopping bag into my gym bag, that’s how my purse ended up inside. Note to self: forget gym.
When I related the story to my children later that afternoon, sure I added some drama but essentially:
I had no cash to get out of the parking lot and had to make some decisions quickly.
So I asked the parking lady for a free pass. Sure, she said.
The cafe owner said that I come could totally have stayed for a free breakfast.
I opened my banking app to see if there had been any transactions. Cancel Cards/Not? Pause, I decided.
As I drove up the road towards the Homeless Talk seller, I saw him holding out the Mykonos blue purse with a look that said, “………..!”
The kids screamed “Nice hot dog lady!” but the man’s face really screamed “dumb blonde!” I was guilty as charged on both counts.
But here’s what this story is really about: people people, people.
We are all just people who need people. And that’s how we all get by. By needing people and by allowing people to need us. Barbara Streisand was right.
P.S. I couldn’t find much info online re Homeless Talk but the lovely guy selling his is at the garage near St Davids in Inanda close to Summer place:-) Didn’t catch his name. Don’t tell him you know me.