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Continued Adventures of the Pick-Up Drivers

I know, I know, I KNOW I have not yet responded to your call for me to send someone out to Kankakee to pick up that shopping bag of diet books. These heroes do their best, but I have only so many of them, and I can’t risk losing them by sending them out to our more distant suburbs. (I have a volunteer who froths at the mouth when she hears Rockford described as “a suburb of Chicago”, but she’s not technically a pick-up volunteer, so I’m not going to mention her.)

But our drivers are going out when and where they can, and they continue to have adventures.

Yes, one of them reported, the caller was completely accurate. She actually had put rubber bands around each stack of books and then put the stacks into paper shopping bags. Eighty of them.

One of our drivers went off to pick up five boxes of books only to find the smaller boxes were 30 inches square. He did get all five boxes wedged into the car just as another resident of that building saw what he was doing and said, “I have books you can take! Can you fit in any more?” He did.

At a certain level, heroism is indistinguishable from lunacy. One of the drivers, feeling the symptoms of a possible stroke, called her doctor to see if she could get checked for this before things went too far. When the appointment was made, she remembered that the doctor lived near a woman who wanted books picked up but had no boxes, and threw a few empty boxes into the car before she went to the appointment. (P.S. She wasn’t having a stroke, and the woman with the books wasn’t ready for her, either.)

The pick-up volunteer who uses a bicycle and a bike trailer reports that the trailer never seems to realize when you’ve put on the brakes up front on the bicycle. This is especially true on hills, and, by the way, Chicago has more hills than you might imagine.

None of our pick-up drivers have had really serious problems with dogs, but one reported being seriously hampered by a hazardous cat. The cat, fascinated by the visitor, kept rubbing against his leg. Since the cat weighed a good thirty pounds at least, this was enough of an impact to nearly knock the volunteer over every time. He says he’s going to charge danger money in the future, at so much purr cat.

Yeah, I know. Some of these folks have been working too hard.

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