Twice I year, I cook at the Chapel Hill homeless shelter. 99% of the folks there are very grateful for a meal and to some conversation. Since its chapel hill, you do get a lot of "do you have a vegan option" or "Is that feta or goat cheese..."Always a good time.
One year, the center's director asked me if I could give a guy a ride to the mall after we finished cooking to pick up his prescription. Said the guys was safe and just weird. He had just been discharged from the hospital and was still wearing his gown (and nothing else) except for an partial IV still in his arm. So I did. I dropped him off and he of course wanted a ride back and that it would only be "30 minutes or so" while they filled the script. I went and grabbed some dinner.
Halfway through dinner, I hear my name being paged over the mall intercom "CHDeac, report to Kerr Drug...Its an emergency". So I rush over there only to ind him standing there saying "Can we go now?".
I see him on Franklin Street all the time and he always high fives me and calls me "Limo Man"...