When
getting off the train at Birmingham a very petite woman was standing in
front of me. Actually, not just standing, she was struggling with her
suitcases (which happened to be half her size), and while people seemed
to be understanding of her struggle nobody helped her with them.
I’ve been in her situation many times before and helped her off the
train and up the escalators, turned out she was from Mauritius, here for
a Cake Makers Expo and had no idea how to get the the coach station. It
was kinda my general direction so I offered to walk her out of the
station and point the direction out… On the way she asked how far was it
to walk to the coach station, because her card stopped working and she couldn’t pay for a cab. It wasn’t far at all. Suddenly, I remembered how my suitcase wheels failed in Italy. "Oh, I will walk you there!"
As we walked she was so amazed at how many people were drunk at 8PM in dark and dreary Birmingham, the once industrial centre of UK. We chatted about her life and kids, she couldn’t stop thanking me. When I got her to the coach station and gate, she dived into one of her gigantic suitcases and forced me to take a pack of Mauritius Vanilla Tea as a token of her gratitude.
As we hugged and wished each other safe travels, I felt like I just lived through some RPG side quest. XP points and Special Item Reward.
Helping strangers can be addictive.
As we walked she was so amazed at how many people were drunk at 8PM in dark and dreary Birmingham, the once industrial centre of UK. We chatted about her life and kids, she couldn’t stop thanking me. When I got her to the coach station and gate, she dived into one of her gigantic suitcases and forced me to take a pack of Mauritius Vanilla Tea as a token of her gratitude.
As we hugged and wished each other safe travels, I felt like I just lived through some RPG side quest. XP points and Special Item Reward.
Helping strangers can be addictive.
