So Maryanne is coming home from work this afternoon, and she passes a gentleman that lives in our neighborhood. We know he lives in our neighborhood because we see him walking by our house every morning with his wife.
He is blind, so that sort of stands out, what with the cane and shades, etc.
Anyway, she's just turning into our subdivision, a couple of streets away from ours, and the blind guy is at the edge of the intersection, tapping his cane in a circle...It is obvious to her that he has "lost" his sense of direction.
She initially passed him, felt guilty, and went back and parked the car. She introduced herself and told him we were neighbors, "..and can I get you headed back in the right direction" or somesuch...
He says, "No, you can do better than that, if you don't mind---You can give me a ride!"
She says "sure", the guy gets in the car (His name is Jerry, about my age, and he reeks of alcohol)
She starts naming off streets they are passing---"Here's crooked hill rd"-- He says, "good, take a left, here" (Main drag, out of subdivision)
They pass Progress Ave, about a mile from our subdivision--she announces this, he says, "Good, make the next left."
State Store. This is where they are headed. Wife figures it out and says something... He says, "Ya, I just need to get a bottle of wine for dinner."
Maryanne goes in the store with him. She heads to the wine section, Jerry beelines it to the Chivas, and in the meantime the state employee calls "hello" to him by name...
They drive back to our subdivision without event, and Maryanne says, "Where do you live?"
He says, "4117 Chevy Chase Circle."
"You know, where you picked me up" and chuckles to himself.
I'm impressed, lol