09101999

09101999

Good Deed

I was working late on a Friday night, trying to get a major project done. I left the office just after midnight, ready to fall asleep on the keyboard.

It was just after midnight so I headed down the road to get a little sleep. As I approached the new McDonalds, I noticed a car in the left hand lane with a man standing next to the driver’s side door. I slowed down to ask if they needed any help. The man, a 17-year-old black teenager, told me he was push starting her car.

I figured I’d do a good deed and help the lady in the car out, so I pulled into the driveway next door and walked across the field. When I arrived at the car, it was pushed back into the McDonalds parking lot. Another black teenager was helping. So I told them that we should push the car all the way to the back of the parking lot, instead of pushing it on the main road.

As I pushed the car backwards, I got my first good look at the lady in the car. An attractive blonde in her mid-thirties, make-up and hair messed up. I could tell she had a little too much to drink.

We got the car pushed back and started pushing it forward. She kept trying but the car wouldn’t start. We were running out of room so I had her pull it into a parking space.

I went over to her door to talk to her. I motioned for her to roll down the window. I guess it didn’t roll down, because she opened the door. I knelt down beside her seat and asked her her name. She said Suzy. I told her my name and asked if I could call someone on my cell phone for her. She said I could call her dad. She gave me the number but there was no answer. She started to cry and hugged my neck for about 15 minutes. I asked what was wrong. She said that she was getting divorced. I asked if she still loved him and she said yes.

I asked Suzy if I could take her home. She said yes but I had to drive her car. I told her it wouldn’t start, but she insisted. I tried it a couple of times, but no luck. So I gave her one of those “if the cops come by and see your car, see you in it, see what kind of shape your in… your going to jail and your car will get impounded” speeches. She thought about it and said she need to get her things.

By this time, she was really starting to pass out. I helped her gather her stuff. Then I helped her get out of the car. She couldn’t even stand by herself. One of the black teenagers was still there, so I asked if he would carry her things while I carried her. He complied. I carried Suzy across the field and set her on top of my hood. I open the door, picked her back up and put her in the front seat. The black teenager, Ray, asked if I could give him a ride home. I said what the hell and took him home first. After I dropped him off, I head back to where I found Suzy and tried to wake her up. By this time she was lying her head on my lap with arms hugging my right thigh.

I asked Suzy where she live and she could barely speak. She only moaned. By this time I was getting a little frustrated. I was ready to go to bed. So I asked Suzy if she wanted to crash at my house and I’ll take her home in the morning. She nodded her head, so I head to my house.

She was still out of it when I got to the house. So I had to carry her up to flights of steep stair, unlock the doors with one arm and carry her though a dark apartment. I laid her on the bed and went back to the car to get our things.

When I came back, she was wrapped in my blankets and all of her clothes were piled on the floor. Any other time a beautiful woman is naked in my bed I’d be excited. So I found me an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt and got ready for be. She was lying across the bed so I moved her totally limp body to one side, trying to keep the covers over her, trying to be a gentleman. I went to put a pillow under her head when she woke up, grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her, asking me if I would keep her warm. This was kind of uncomfortable. I knew nothing about her. I really didn’t trust her. So I didn’t sleep all night.

She woke up suddenly about 7:30 the next morning. She had a look that told me she wasn’t quite sure where she was at. I asked her if she remembered what happened and she said yes. I asked if she need to leave right away, she said yes. I climbed out of bed. I set her cloth on the bed. Left the room while she got dressed. When I came back, I sat on the bed and chatted for a few minutes.

She told me she went to a bar to meet her sister. She ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, but it was too strong so she ordered a margarita. She drank that, then ordered another. She took two sips and started feeling sick. Her sister never showed up. She left and went to McDonalds thinking something to eat would settle her stomach. That’s when I met up with her. I knew what had happened and told her, “someone slipped you a Mickey.” She agreed.

She thanked me several time for helping her out. It made me feel pretty good. I took her back to her car and it started fine. Gave her my number to call me if she was in trouble again. She left. I bypassed McDonalds for Hardees and grabbed breakfast.

THE END