knights of the road
i've already posted a story about my wonderful mates, but this is about the kindness of strangers.

about 10 years ago, i was hanging around with 2 girls i'd known from school. friday and saturday nights, we'd take off to a small local nightclub. this club was owned by my parents' boss, so i was well-known to all the staff. there was a private bar upstairs, where the staff could go for a quiet drink after the club shut. i very often went up there with them. my mates would generally go home with whoever they could drag back to their house, safe in the knowledge that i would get a lift from one of the staff.
new year's eve rolled around and, once again, we were at the club. at the end of the night, i said goodbye to my friends and headed towards the stairs, only to find that the upstairs bar was closed that night. realising that my mates had the last of the kitty and i was now penniless, pissed and about 7 miles from home, i started to panic. the club was shutting, the staff were all heading into town, what could i do? start walking, of course.
i'm hardly the most fit and agile of people, so a 7-mile walk seemed like a 70-mile trudge. i felt utterly sorry for myself.
after about 2 miles, i was exhausted and very cold. i was also(due to being pissed) starting to long for my ex boyfriend. sitting down on a handy wall, i buried my face into some railings and began to sob.
it must have been about 10 minutes later when i heard a beep. i prised my head from the railings and turned around to see who was beeping. it was a large removals van, out of which were climbing 2 men, one quite young and the other in his mid-sixties. they asked me what the matter was and, between drunken, self-pitying sobs, i told them. they immediately offered to give me a lift home, which i gratefully accepted.

kids! NEVER accept lifts from strangers! better to be safe than sodomised!

they drove me all the way home, even driving the wrong way down a one-way street in order to drop me off right at my door. they gave me cigarettes and coffee from their thermos, they were true gentlemen.
it wasn't until i got into the house and looked in a mirror that i realised the railings i had been cosying up to had been coated with vandal grease, which had given my entire face delightful convict stripes, which were offset by my smudged lipstick and the mascara that was now sprinting down my cheeks.
so, to the two men who came to the aid of a drunken, distressed, dishevelled, convict-striped, insane-looking woman on new year's eve/day about 10 years ago, you have my eternal thanks.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 18:21, 4 replies)

Y'know,
men're lovely, aren't they? We girls'd be stuffed without them.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 8:34, closed)

i certainly would have been without them
i just wish i'd had the common sense to get their names so i could thank them properly
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 15:33, closed)

Most blokes are OK.
Honest.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 5 Oct 2008, 0:40, closed)

i must have an uncanny knack
of finding the few bastards and going out with them.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 2:29, closed)