In order to catch my 8:50 am flight home for Christmas, I left the house at 6:30 to catch the 28X. I was walking down Beeler with two bags, a carry-on (laptop bag) and a purse -- in the middle of the street because my rolling bag wasn't faring well on the icy sidewalk. A neighbor almost exactly across the street saw me and, probably bemused at the amount I was carrying, said that she was about to go to the airport and would I like a ride?
I know you're supposed to say no to that, and I was a little wary for a second, but I accepted and it turned out great. She and her husband are CMU grads with an adorable big-type dog that I now may end up dog-sitting.
It made me wonder, how much faith in others is one allowed to have before it becomes reckless and naive?