It’s really odd to wrap up in a heavy coat for a trip to the store only to find that the town is full, in one week we go from tumbleweed to busy. Every parking space is now hotly contested and the narrow streets mean we spend most of the time walking in the road to avoid tourists who are excited to see what they can’t buy in this backwater of Essex, hey that’s just what it is.
Often in life we ask ‘is it me?’ Well today I think I had that answered and it most definitely is. I left from the back of my building and had cause to pass an elderly couple who were having some difficulty with their car, not my business so I took little notice until they accosted me. What was the service that they required from me? What assistance could I offer? Perhaps the use of my cell phone? Knowledge of a local garage? Or perhaps assistance pushing since neither of them looked capable, oh no I was asked “could you break into this for us, we have locked our keys in the boot”. My first feeling was sympathy because I have had those heart stopping moments when you use the auto boot release, slam it then pat the pockets with a cold chill creeping down your spine, but this was quickly suppressed as other thoughts crowded in. Was it their car or some police sting? These people were tourists which means they were from a more urban conurbation so do they really put their self preservation skills to the side when they enter town? If so I must print my wallet inspector card out and laminate it, but seriously would you ask a stranger to break into your vehicle?
Then the real issue hit home, why on earth did you select me, apparently at random, as the most likely to agree to help? The manner in which they asked seemed to presume that I could achieve the task the only question was whether I was willing to assist them. Needless to say I declined to assist them and exited stage left as quickly as possible but I have been thinking, I am not young anymore, what made these people think I was a master car criminal? Surely if I spent my time ‘boosting’ cars then I wouldn’t have been walking past them? But really that’s quite offensive and I think a more appropriate response would have been “well I could but clearly your too old to drive” after all we can all judge by appearance can’t we? Perhaps I’m just the wrong generation, if I was younger and wilder I could have said ‘why no problem at all’ before launching a brick through the window and walking off.
This morning, at some point when I was not looking, somebody ‘wrote’ a 3′ high tribute to Team GB in the sand outside my flat, well nearly, they actually missed the B off so I saw ‘Team G’. I cannot tell you how proud I was of the support for team G, if you guys read this then your kind gesture made my morning there may only be one of me but its good to know your out there rooting for me – Gav