It was three in the morning.
The phone rings.
He worked the graveyard shift so I wasn’t alarmed.
He didn’t usually wake me.
He apologized but said he wanted to tell me something.
We both worked for the same company and he knew that if he didn’t tell me first I would hear it the next day.
He wanted me to know how it really happened.
Like I said, he worked the graveyard shift.
Our jobs required us to go from building to building. On this particular night he was driving on a rather lonely stretch of road at two AM.
It was winter.
On the side of the road was a young woman standing next to a stalled car.
Husband’s immediate thought was if this were my wife I would want someone to stop and help her.
So he did.
She said she was on her way to work and needed a lift.
He assumed she was a nurse on her way to the hospital in the next town so he said, “Hop in.”
In the course of the conversation he asked where she wanted to be dropped off.
She said the 7-Eleven.
Husband was confused.
He said, “I thought you were on your way to the hospital for the night shift.”
And proceeded to tell him she was a prostitute on her way to meet her pimp at the 7-Eleven in town.
(Just as a side note, this particular town was a known hotspot for ladies of the evening. We used to watch them from our office window. But that’s a story for another time.)
She said she’d like to reward him for his good Samaritan behavior.
He politely declined ……
At this point I was laughing so hard the tears were streaming down my cheeks!
Not only because, knowing Husband, I could just imagine his dismay and discomfort at the situation but at how this story was going to play out at work the next day! (It was a LARGE company…..gossip spread like wildfire! Especially a good story like this!)
Husband says he learned a very valuable lesson that night.
NEVER COME TO THE RESCUE OF ANYONE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
It was the talk of the company for YEARS!