The receiving end of a good deed

I slept pretty well last night, considering.  I had to get up at 2, though. 

I dragged myself out of bed, and took a shower.  Ron's alarm went off during my shower and he got up. 

I got dressed, helped Ron get dressed ("No, you can't wear that shirt, give it to me to wash").  We were ready when the driver pulled up. 

Happily, it was a straight trip.  Sometimes on Friday morning deliveries we have to go get him.  He is an employee at the facility, don't know how he got paratransit, he has no apparent disability.  I can only figure he had some sort of stroke.  He makes a lot of very offensive comments and hostile "jokes" that aren't funny.  He is very impatient and demanding with the drivers, who all hate him.  He stands too close to me when he talks to me, so I move away and he has to chase me in order to talk to me.  He's just unpleasant and I am embarrassed he works where we do. 

There is a lady who works afternoons, who rides the service.  I have never heard a word about her from the other drivers, so at least she isn't as bad as the morning guy. 

I did see him getting off another vehicle this morning, about the time we got dropped, but we ignored each other. 

We went into work.  I did my "helping Ron first" thing.  I had just started on "my" work, snacks, when the driver called Ron and said he had arrived.  I met him, he was a nice young guy.  Very good attitude, hard worker.  Very cheerful. 

We got the delivery, got him paid.  The total came to some dollars and 30 cents.  I was going to round it up a dollar but Ron took out 30 cents, as the driver laughed. 

I would like to see him again, he was great. 

Since he put everything up all I had to do was go back to snacks.  I finished my work and helped Ron finish his. 

Then we called a cab.  I was a little alarmed when I saw who responded.  We were told about this guy's heart trouble last year.  He blacked out on two occasions, on one required resuscitation, and now has a pacemaker. 

Not really someone I felt confident with, riding down the freeway.  But he came, so we took him, and we got home alive.  He tried to tell us he "had a little heart rhythm trouble from drinking too much coffee" but I didn't buy it.  They don't put in pacemakers for that!  He didn't mention the pacemaker at all but the other driver told us all about it, last year, when it happened.  The two of them are friends. 

We made it home alive.  I was all set to take a nap but here's the yard guys!  Thank God, I might add, we had knee-high heads of bermuda grass going to seed.  They came and did their thing.  I tried to pay them.  They said no.  Ron tried to pay them.  They said no. 

We are one of their good deeds.  When they left, the grass looked great, the best on the block. 

Now I could take a nap.  And I did, with Biscuit, once he came out (he is terrified of the yard man's equipment).  I woke up, wait for it: with a headache. 

I took something for it and got ready to go to the store. 

Ron started coughing in the vehicle and the driver thought he was vomiting, totally freaked out.  What is it with people telling me I need to "do something"?  I was in the front seat, he was in the back.  I could do nothing.  Ron was not vomiting, he just choked on his spit.  It happens sometimes, it's not pretty.  It's a stroke thing. 

We got to the store, paid the electric bill.  Then I left Ron up front and did my shopping.  I was going to get some chicken thighs, maybe cube steak, and some stew meat or a roast.  If I'm going to go low carb I need some meat in my life. 

But I was rushed, nothing looked good, and it all seemed horribly expensive.  I decided to wait and see what Sam's Club has tomorrow.  I got everything on my list except for the garbage bags - not on the list, but should have been. 

I did get everything on my list except for the tampons.  They didn't have my brand and size.  But I got everything and paid. 

Ron kept bugging me, for someone who doesn't want to shop with me he sure sent me enough text messages about things he wanted.  I got everything. 

I had enough time to pay and get some dinner from McDonald's.  Ron had a nice meal of french fries.  And he wonders why his nutrition sucks.  I did buy him a bacon cheeseburger for later. 

We went outside and our ride pulled up.  An employee came over, pestering my driver about another client waiting on a ride.  She doesn't have a cell phone, to call?  She burned up all her minutes already?  So the driver had to get on the radio and find out about the other client, then drive over and tell her the ride would be there in a minute. 

She wasn't even waiting at the right door.  She's lucky my driver told her driver where she was waiting or she'd have been left.  It is always easy to spot a new client in a situation like this. 

We had to go to a workshop (daycare) and pick a guy up, then we went home.  I don't like that daycare.  One time we picked up a guy there, he was utterly freaking out and beating on the vehicle with his fists, screaming at the top of his lungs, and the caregivers were just laughing at him.  That guy doesn't ride anymore (I wonder why?) but I imagine the "quality" of he care has not increased. 

I have encountered very few workshops I would send Ron to  They all seem to have abysmal care and psycho clients who scream, fight, and get violent.  I can understand why the "families" or group homes want to get rid of them during the day, but I'd just as soon keep Ron home than send him into that. 

We got home, unloaded, put the groceries away.  Ron wanted cherry tomatoes, and a cucumber.  He is not into greens so I encourage him to eat what vegetables he will. 

I cleaned out the freezer so I have room for whatever I buy tomorrow.  I know they have frozen  boneless skinless chicken thighs, which I love, and I will look at the fresh meat. 

It won't be a long day at work tomorrow, just take it in and park it.  Hopefully I can sleep OK tonight.