So it was that I had a little adventure three days ago. I was shopping for groceries in the supermarket, having just gone on leave, when a young woman...literally ran into me. I was looking in the freezers for a particular brand of hamburgers for the barbeque, when I was struck in the backside by a shopping trolley. I gave a little yelp of surprise and turned around, to see a young woman in her late twenties flushed with embarrassment. She apologised profusely, hoping that she hadn’t hurt me, and. He stopped on a corner and read off the streets. “Can you pick me up?”“Where?”Keith looked around until he saw a street sign.“Corner of Gamby and Roth.”“That’s on the other side of town,” Garfield protested. “Come on man, I’m stuck.”“Alright.” Garfield hung up the phone, never even telling Keith what he had called for. Feeling woozy, Keith sat down in a yard on the corner waiting. No traffic came for what felt like an eternity. A small truck drove by, not even slowing down to take a look at. The knife in my gut had been twisted, hard. I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out, and I wasn’t sure which. I got into my Mustang, but rather than start it, I simply sat and stared at the front door of Jocelyn’s house.My vain hope that she would come after me didn’t come to pass, and after about five minutes I felt good enough to start the car, and pull out of the driveway. I drove slowly, and carefully, lost in my thoughts, until I arrived home. I backed into the driveway as I. My heart was going pitter patter. I badly wanted to do something more, but I felt paralyzed out of fear of something going wrong or Aunt Em changing her mind. ‘Aunt Em, I can’t get any closer, I am doing the best I can!’ My voice was almost a croak, over the racket made by the machine. The next thing that happened made me weak in the knees like a school girl. She got on her toes lifting herself and pushing a few inches forward leaving me enough space to move forward. She was now about to.