If you were in a position where you had to ask someone to give you a ride to fairly frequently, like pretty much at least once a week, what would you feel like you should do in return?
Like, offer gas money? Or help in some other way, like, you mow their lawn or shovel their driveway when needed? Prepare dinner for them now and then? Anything? Nothing?
I’ve somehow ended up in this kind of relationship with one of my neighbors. She can drive, at least she did until a few months ago, the couple still has two cars that both still run. I’ve questioned her a little (trying not to make it feel like an interrogation) and she says she doesn’t have any physical problem and hasn’t lost her license or anything like that, she ‘just decided she never enjoyed driving and doesn’t want to do it any more.’
Well. I don’t think any of us find mundane driving a super pleasure all the time. It’s just something necessary for suburban life in this society, right?
Asking for a ride when there’s a real reason, like you won’t be able to drive home after some minor medical procedure. Or your car just won’t start. Or you need a ride to the airport for vacation and don’t want to pay a huge parking fee or have to haul luggage there on public transport. All understandable.
But calling on a neighbor to take you to the salon to get your hair done? Or browse the shops for a wedding present? Or just to ask them to go pick up your dry cleaning?? And all with your own car just sitting there in your driveway?
Doesn’t that seem, well, abusive? You don’t ‘enjoy’ driving, so you feel free to use someone else’s car, gas, and most important, time?
It also began to gripe me that she never offered ANYTHING in return. I mean, she says “Thanks” when she gets out of the car, but she’s never offered to help me out with some other task in return, or baked me a cake, or had flowers delivered, or ANYTHING.
So she called me Friday, wanting me to drive her to a dentist appointment today. It was just her six month checkup she said. And I said yes, stupidly. I have ‘pleaser’ tendencies.
I then remembered I was fairly low on gas and noted I should take care of that this morning. But then I had a mean idea: No. I’d start on the trip and then “discover” on the way home I was low on gas and needed to fill up. I figured Mary (gotta call her something) would then say something like, “Oh, I should pay for this fill up! I owe you at least that much.” Right?
Spoiler: Nope.
That appointment ended up eating up over 3 hours of my time! 45 mins driving each way, of course she didn’t go to any of the dentists in our town, or even a close neighbor town. And her dentist was ‘delayed’ due to some emergency so nearly two hours sitting in the waiting room! Grrrrr.
So I’m already pretty POed. On the way home I did that ‘whoops, gas is way low’ and turned off for a station.
Mary said nothing.
Sat there staring into space while I pumped the gas. Continued staring off at the clouds while I opened the car door, and started deliberately fumbling in my purse. “Darn, can’t find anything in this mess. Where’s my wallet? Need my credit card…”
Reaction from her? “Oh, look in the bottom, they always hide there.” And that was it. She didn’t even look guilty or ill at ease or anything.
Guess what, lady? I know your numbers, both cell and home. I will NEVER answer a phone call from you again.