“People are strange/When you’re a stranger.”

One of my totally awesome MWC alums insisted on picking me up from the oral surgeon Thursday — even after I told him I could get an Uber.

And he didn’t even laugh too hard when I was so doped up afterward that I didn’t recognize him! (“Who is this strange, albeit polite, man greeting me in the waiting room?”)

Good friends are hard to come by, but I’ve got a few.

Or … maybe it WAS a stranger who drove me home.  Seriously.  This really is a hospitable Southern city and I was high AF.



 

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