There is something wierd about Colorado and getting/giving car rides. For example: a few years ago in grad school, as I was offered a ride back to my suburb, I stayed out with people until after the bars closed and buses stopped running. I was then driven to my local suburban Safeway and dropped off. Safeway was (and still is) a good four or five miles from where I lived at the time. And in the middle of the night, it wasn't ideally where I wanted my ride home to end. Luckily, my housemates were up and rescued me.
A good rule is "if you aren't going to go all the way, don't offer." True for so many things, including rides home.
Ducky was recently surprised that I pick up AND drop off people at the airport who come to visit. She'll pick them up, but they have to find their own way back (a variation on the Colorado ride theme). She may take them to the bus station, but usually she shows the phone and gives them the number for the taxi or shuttle.
To complicate matters, I have recently had the other problem: I've offered people rides home, which they accept. They will then insist on getting out and walking the last few blocks instead of me finishing their ride home. Last week's example was a lady who had been in a car wreck earlier that day (and seemed a bit confused about many things, including where she lived...which was worrisome). Mind, this is walking a few blocks at night while they are carrying cellos, which weigh enough to make you walk in a tilted fashion.
I was thinking maybe they didn't like my driving. Maybe they felt bad that my cello was living in the trunk while theirs took up the back seat. Maybe they are so into working out that any excuse will do. Today I realized that they, too, had probably been offered many rides home which ended much sooner than they wanted and now they'd gotten into the habit of pre-emptively exiting the car before the ride was over. The sacred trust between driver and passenger will never be the same...
An Erinku:
oh sandals,
I've waited
so
long
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