Comments on: What would you do?

By: Andrew Pelt

Andrew Pelt — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 03:08:48 +0000

\Aloha mahalo Good Site and keep posting from Hawaii

By: Sammy

Sammy — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 23:22:03 +0000

The only car that I see everyday is this lifted jeep with a younger boy driving it. He drives like a mad man! He cuts people off and speeds in and out of traffic. But with this guy I do not want to say hello, I would like to question him on where he got his divers license. Out of a Cracker Jack box? Lol

By: Luba

Luba — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 22:44:52 +0000

Similar thing happened to me too. I would always see an orange Cadillac on my way to work every Wednesday driving on the opposite side of the highway. It always made me want to wave to that car but I was too shy

By: Alicia

Alicia — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 14:20:03 +0000

Great stories! Shawna, if you ever have a chance encounter with Mr. Motorcycle again, you should definitely say hi!

Every morning on the way to work, I see an older gentleman walking down my street, carrying a light that changes colors so he is visible to us drivers. I always look for the light (as I can see it before I can see him) and I got concerned when I didn’t see it for a couple of days. Finally, I saw it on the 3rd day, and I was so tempted to roll down my window and holler “Glad to see you back today!” – But I didn’t want to startle and freak out my anonymous friend! Maybe in a couple months when it’s actually light on the way to work instead of pitch black I’ll get to say hi!

By: NateK

NateK — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 02:47:48 +0000

In Portland, there’s a coffee shop next to a gas station I frequently stop at. It’s a pretty tight corner, and not much parking. Usually in the morning all the parking spots are taken. This being Oregon, where gas station attendants must by law fuel your vehicle, I found it possible to get gas and coffee at the same time while avoiding the parking problem entirely. It’s great to walk back to your car with a nice hot latte and slip into your seat out of the rain to a full tank of gas.

But, it’s not so great to feel the station employees eyeing you jealously as they help impatient customers in the cold, windy rain. So now, when ever I stop, I ask them, “Hey do you wanna coffee?” Sometimes they say yes, sometimes no, but always “Thanks very much for asking!”, one guy even drinks decaf. What do I get out of it? Not much… maybe a great story of their stupidest customer last week. Maybe it helps my own conscience to not feel guilty. But the best reward was witnessing another anonymous motorist drop off coffee to one of the gas station guys.

I didn’t ask him if he wanted anything that day.