Last week, I was trying to make a quick getaway from my house. My mum was watching the kids while I went to run some errands. Just as I got to my front gate a little old Italian lady popped up, seemingly from nowhere.
"Can I have a plastic bag?" she asked.
I sighed. It meant going back inside the house where I could hear the girls fighting. "Sure," I said.
I dashed back inside, yelling at the kids to stop killing each other, and grabbed a plastic bag.
"Thank you, dear. Now I need to go in your house to get through to the other street. The lane is closed" she told me. (Next to my house is a pathway that goes to the main street, but it's currently closed.)
"Ahhhh, no you'll have to scale three fences if you want to go that way," I told her.
She then started screaming at me that she had to be at the doctor in five minutes and there was no way she was going to make it. Frightened that I was going to have a little old Italian corpse on my doorstep I told her I would drive her there.
Without even a hint of a smile she said: "OK" and turned around and walked off.
"My car is right here," I yelled at her as she hobbled off.
She threw her hand up at me, not even turning around.
I watched her as she grabbed a pile of vines and plant cuttings she'd obviously nicked out of some person's (or people's) garden. "This is why I needed the bag," she called out.
She hobbled back weighed down by half of the inner west's greenery. I opened the door for her and gave my hand to help her in our car, which is a little high up. She shoved the hand away and yelled: "Push!"
I took this as my cue to shove her into the car. One, two, heeeeeeeaaave. Finally seated, pushing shrubs out of my vision and we were off.
"Which doctor are you going to?" I asked.
"The one near the bottle shop," she replied.
"Oh, on the main street?" I said.
"NO! Near the bottle shop," she screeched at me.
I pulled up outside a doctor's office a good two blocks from the bottle shop. I jumped out to get her door and help her out. "Don't touch me!"
She jumped out, hobbled off without a word.
A young girl in a car behind me pull around me and abused me for letting the old lady out.
A good deed is supposed to be thanks in itself, I guess. Does that get me some good karma?