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Tonight after work I went down to Radio Shack, where I did an excellent job of parallel parking. When I walked in, both women who were working were arguing over who would have to deliver coffee to a woman who had just ordered it. Out of the kindness of my heart and the emptiness of my pocketbook (the woman who ordered the coffee had expressed interest in purchasing mark. products from me), I offered to drive them over to her.
I had a hell of a time finding her place since nobody could remember a house number, and I knocked on no fewer than three doors before I got the right one.
She was very grateful for the coffee, but as I was leaving she opened the door a little wider and asked, "Will you come back tomorrow? Please? I could really use a friend." She started to cry and she reached out and grabbed my arm. She was drunk.
I had no idea how to react. I worked with this woman at DBC a couple of years ago, but we never developed any kind of friendship. Even though I don't want to get involved with any of her drama, which I suspect is drug- and alcohol-related, I agreed that I would stop by her house tomorrow after work. Fuck.
I got in my car as she pleaded with me, begging me to visit her, we would do makeup. I promised that I would be there.
What did I get myself into? I have very few friends partly because I can seldom put up with the chaos of other people's lives. I know that she was pretty wasted, so I'm sure that if I just didn't show up tomorrow she would never remember. But then I would be a terrible person if I didn't show up and she does remember my promise. My plan at this point is to just go to her house and hope that she's not home. If she is, I will hope that someone will conveniently call about half an hour into it and need me elsewhere. I guess I'm a terrible person either way.
The bright point of the evening was when I returned to Radio Shack and did an even more excellent job of parallel parking.
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