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.