Last night I went to an al-anon meeting. (Yeah, I'm not too anonymous. No, my husband is not an alcoholic. I come from a long line of them and have wounds to heal. Or at least cope with. ANYWAY.)
There was a HUGE AA meeting in the other room. I see them on Tuesdays. They're socializing, flirting, doing whatever it is they do after their meetings. I'm trying to get home to cook supper, so I flash an occasional smile, mostly keep my head down and try not to run over feet as I edge through the crowd, towards the door.
And I get to the van to find I've locked my keys in. My dog was in the van, so the windows are cracked. I go back into the crowded building, look for the first person that looks AT me instead of OVER me. Score. Got him, standing w/ a group of peeps. I roll over "Hey, do any of you know how to break into a van?"
No questions asked. "Yep. Come on."
Head back towards the door. He says "So what's your deal? You just ask the first Mexican you see?"
"Yeah, yeah, pick on the brown guy. Where's the car?"
"Be right back."
He came back with a tool of a sort I'd never seen before. Seemed to be specific to the purpose. And he was in that van in 2 seconds.
Me, laughing..."I honestly didn't register that you were Hispanic, but I reckon I picked the right Mexican for the job. Thank you SO MUCH."
I get in the van. Where is that g-d key?
"I can hotwire it if you want."
Found it. Hold it up to show him. "You are a man of many talents."
"I used to steal."
I got the feeling he was good at it too.
Mr. Mexican Man, I'm sure I'll see you again. Meanwhile, be well, be sober, be happy. And a bit of advice...leave your career as a criminal in the same shitpile as your life as a drunk. There's a better life ahead, buddy. You got a good start last night, helping out the worried, isolated wheelchair user that was stranded alone in a crowded room.
I hope his Higher Power is good to him, I really do. Hadn't laughed so hard in ages as I did at the Mexican comment. I've been giggling ever since, too.