Tried to go running again. So I had to come up with another running song to post below. I refuse to use “Born to Run,” and I already used “Run and Run” in a previous post. I considered “Run Run Run” because it’s got three runs and you can’t go wrong with the Velvet Underground. But then I came across the classic theme from “Chariots of Fire.” Too clichéd, I thought, until I noticed that Vangelis is smoking a cigarette in the video, which is the perfect inspiration for cardiovascular fitness.
So I jogged along the grassy area by the ship canal and watched the wildlife. I saw crows, the Hermione Granger of local birds, and Canadian Geese, the honey badger of local birds. No, they’re the pigeon of the parks. Whatever. I think running is not going to work for me, but I haven’t given up yet. I keep telling myself that the left foot just needs time to adjust.
It’s now twice in one week that I’ve had a stranger ask me for gas money in this neighborhood. The first guy was standing by a parked car near the library. He told me that no one would help him. He needed to buy gas to get home. “Where’s your wallet?” I asked. “My wife’s got my credit card,” he answered. I almost believed him, but he kept telling me that he could prove it was his car because he had the key. He was very insistent on this point, as if having a key to the car would open my wallet. He was trying too hard, in my opinion, and using the car like a prop in a staged reading.
This morning a guy in a truck pulled over while I was waiting to cross at a stoplight. He was on his way to work, but needed gas. For some reason, I almost believed this person. My stinginess kicked in, however, when I noted that I only had a twenty and no change. I might have given a buck, but not a twenty. Then he went into some bit about how he could prove who he was or something or other with some paperwork and I recognized the same scam.
If someone is honestly in a desperate situation and needs gas, I think he would just keeping asking people until someone gave him money. He wouldn’t keeping leaning on a bystander about some sort of proof. Next time someone asks, I will offer to make a phone call for him, or offer to flag down a friendly police officer who is likely to have some spare gas in his trunk for unfortunate situations just like this.
I’m either wise to them or a heartless skinflint.