Upped and left!: A good deed

....is sometimes quite difficult to accomplish. Take hubby's last effort for example. The following incident took place when I was in Sweden recently and hubby was on his own.

It was a very grey and miserable day, pouring with rain as he was driving to work. A particularly determined fellow commuter passed him just before the two lanes narrowed into one, finishing by swooping into his lane a little too soon for comfort. Hubby then noticed a bunch of keys dangling from the boot lock of the other person's car. He flashed his lights a few times to try to attract the other driver's attention, but that was probably mistaken for a touch of road rage. He hoped the person would turn into the road leading to his place of work, but no, the other person continued along the main road.

That's when the Good Samaritan gene kicked in, and despite risking being late for work, hubby continued along the main road to stop just behind the other person at the next traffic lights. He hopped out of his car, ran up to the other driver's window, and tapped on it. The other person, a woman of a similar age, overcame her fear of a road-rage attack and wound down the window. Hubby said,"You have left your keys in the boot. I'll get them for you." The last words must have been lost in the wind and rain, because just as he went back and took them out, the lights changed and the woman drove off. So here he was, standing in the rain with a set of keys on a Hello Kitty key-ring, and a bunch of angry drivers queued up behind his car that now blocked the fast lane. He got back in his car, and took off after the woman, after the next change of lights.

Five kilometres down the road he saw the woman parked at the end of a rest stop. She was walking back to the driver's seat, clearly puzzled by the lack of keys in the boot. Hubby swooped into the rest stop, just as she took off again! Back on the gas pedal, and a kilometre of light flashing later, she pulled over, and he could finally give her the keys. She was very grateful though, and hubby was only half an hour late for work and soaking wet. And I guess he could look himself in the mirror the next day and feel proud.

I meant to tell you all about our weekend in the King Valley, Victoria that we spent with hubby's old bikie friends and their wives but I have to save that for next time. I just want to say that I highly recommend the Estate where we were staying.