This morning, just after I pulled up in front of the radio station and crawled out of my vehicle making my way to the front door, a guy standing on the corner across the street said, “Hey, if you let me come in and roll a joint, I’ll let you smoke it with me before you go on air.” Gee pal, thanks, but no thanks! I told him that wasn’t going to happen. He chuckled and told me “no problem,” before making his way towards Broad St.
I often write about the strange things I see on the way to work, but a lot of times, the strangest things actually happen once I get to work.
Years ago, when I used to park in the Impark parking lot across the street, I pulled up in my car and was ready to get out when there was a sudden rap on my passenger side window. I was startled. I always check everything out before hopping out of my vehicle, so this was a bit of a surprise.
There was a guy standing there with his whole hand dripping in blood. With him was a lady I suspected was his girlfriend. I opened the window and, from across the front seats, asked what was wrong. He told me someone just stabbed him in the hand and he was looking for a ride to the hospital. He didn’t seem incoherent or anything like that. He was rather soft spoken, considering the situation, and very polite.
The first thing I thought was, “I can’t get blood all over the inside of my car.” I know that isn’t the first thought that should run through the mind of a good Samaritan, but I wasn’t at the point of being one of those quite yet.
I offered to run into the station and call an ambulance for the guy, but he said he would just run over to the hospital, which was only a couple of blocks away. I don’t know whatever happened to the guy. I imagine he probably got stitched up and continued on his merry way.
I know I’ve said it many times, but it’s so true. Sometimes the strangest things will happen in that 3 foot walk from the car to the front door of the station.