The Kindness Of Strangers
FuelMix was wandering in the gay trails, not looking for sex, just wandering and thinking. As he stepped out of the trails and onto the road, he saw a fag with whom he was acquainted. Fag was standing next to his car, the hood was up. It was late afternoon and the light was fading. The cars were leaving.
Fag was getting agitated. His car wouldn’t start and he didn’t have a cell fone. FuelMix wasn’t carrying his. Several passing fags mumbled they didn’t have one. Eventually, as it was growing even darker, FuelMix decided to stay with the fag, at least until automotive help arrived or the park wardens in their truck.
2 fags appeared out of the darkness and had a cell fone. Fag called for help, but couldn’t quite explain his location. Fortunately, one of the 2 fags knew how to deal with call centres, took the fone and uttered a series of codes to confirm who he was. The call centre got a fix on the location and help would be there within the hour.
Fag with the broken car was grateful. FuelMix was impressed – even more so when the 2 fags also offered to stay as darkness fell. We all stood around chatting for a while. Then, headlights appeared. It was the park wardens closing up the trails. They screeched to a halt and the broken car was pointed out to them. They said they’d keep a look out for the tow truck and escort it to the right position, checking back every now and then.
Fag was happy. FuelMix was happy. The 2 fags were happy. The location and security of the fag and his broken car were now known to park wardens and the tow truck. Fag got into his car to wait and insisted FuelMix and the 2 fags had done more than enough to help him and his car get home.
Walking in the darkness, the 2 fags offered FuelMix a ride home. FuelMix accepted. Sometimes even in the darkness, class shines through.
Originally published 12 June 2006
Amended and Republished 12 September 2011
Fag was getting agitated. His car wouldn’t start and he didn’t have a cell fone. FuelMix wasn’t carrying his. Several passing fags mumbled they didn’t have one. Eventually, as it was growing even darker, FuelMix decided to stay with the fag, at least until automotive help arrived or the park wardens in their truck.
2 fags appeared out of the darkness and had a cell fone. Fag called for help, but couldn’t quite explain his location. Fortunately, one of the 2 fags knew how to deal with call centres, took the fone and uttered a series of codes to confirm who he was. The call centre got a fix on the location and help would be there within the hour.
Fag with the broken car was grateful. FuelMix was impressed – even more so when the 2 fags also offered to stay as darkness fell. We all stood around chatting for a while. Then, headlights appeared. It was the park wardens closing up the trails. They screeched to a halt and the broken car was pointed out to them. They said they’d keep a look out for the tow truck and escort it to the right position, checking back every now and then.
Fag was happy. FuelMix was happy. The 2 fags were happy. The location and security of the fag and his broken car were now known to park wardens and the tow truck. Fag got into his car to wait and insisted FuelMix and the 2 fags had done more than enough to help him and his car get home.
Walking in the darkness, the 2 fags offered FuelMix a ride home. FuelMix accepted. Sometimes even in the darkness, class shines through.
Originally published 12 June 2006
Amended and Republished 12 September 2011
FUEL INJECTED MALE 5 YEARS 2006 - 2011
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See? There are decent Fags in the world. But what would it take to bring more Fags up to the Decent Fag level? I shudder to think!
ReplyDeleteAnd the consequences: honesty, kindness, openness, valued friendship. Wow.. too much to contemplate, really.