A Little Renewed Hope in Humanity
Got a call Thursday night about 7 p.m. from "Josè" about the used bike I had for sale on Craigslist for $50, the Upland beach cruiser, which turned out to be not a good choice of a bicycle for me. He spoke with a pronounced Hispanic accent, and although his English was adequate, it was halting at times as he searched for the correct word or phrase. He said he was from Lehigh Acres, about 20 miles from me (give or take), and he wanted to look at the bicycle, and said he would call the next day to get directions. Bigoted visions starting appearing in my head about how this would play out, like how was this guy going to get here (no car?), and would he try to pay me off in oranges or tomatoes. I figured I would not hear from him again. By god, I got a call from him the next morning, asking for directions, and I directed him to the strip mall by my apartment, and asked if he could meet me in front of the "Dollar General" store. (This, by the way, had nothing to do w...