Apparently, no one trusts the vampires that walk the night and so their doors were locked and had the traditional bank vault drawer that equaled to the "insert money - get item" system. Well, while I was waiting for that to finalize, some guy walks up to me and asks, "how well do you know this area?"
"fairly well, I would say," I replied.
"We're looking for blah-blah-blah apts."
"Those don't sound familiar," I countered...and a small part of me went through the quick inventory of apartments and tricks in the immediate area. Not very comforting. I reassured myself that I knew at least some of them from a slightly more "just cause" mentality.
They gave me a counter-street and I directed him and now his wife/girlfriend who I walked up to so that she would hear the directions too. Figured if they both got a dose, it'd be better than one misinterpreting all my hard work.
Well, while THAT was wrapping up and I started heading to my car, a SECOND, guy was now at the window asking for directions to Fort Sam. Now he was a bit on the muscle-y side, and he too, had a girlfriend waiting in the midst. He complained how he had been driving around for the last hour and a half and could not find I-35 yet.
I hid my musings of how military people are normally trained in this "find your way out of the jungle with a flashlight, a knife, and a map" routine. But, I tried not to think of it too heavily. His aggression was rather high and I reached into the car and pulled out a scrap paper. I reviewed the whole "two rings" of San Antonio theory and explained my guest attempt to get him to Fort Sam. I haven't been over in that part since the army guy...but, that's a good Don't Ask, Don't Tell kinda story.
I juggled my vitamin water and headed out along my mary way.
Wonder if those were good deeds done, or if I sent them to their doom.
No one said we'd have closure...
such is life!
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