Bread in your Car

I was thinking about today's post in the shower and the first thing that came to mind was a funny story about "carrying bread (or granola bars) in your car".

Months ago I was driving through Detroit with a colleague (& friend) of mine. We were leaving a business meeting and headed back to the office. As we approached the on-ramp for "the lodge" a man was standing at the corner with a sign that said "Homeless and Hungry".

I said to my friend "roll down your window". She looked at me like I was crazy. In her defense there are stories all over the news about cars being hijacked or people reaching in cars to steal. We live in a desperate time and desperate city.

She said "Why?"
I said "We are going to give him your box of granola bars."

Still looking at me like I was a crazy person, she rolled down her window and ever so cautiously handed the homeless man 2 granola bars.

Window back up and we were on our way.

"Didn't that feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah" she said, "but now my granola bars are gone." (LOL)

I promised to buy her a new box (which I still owe her) but something tells me that next time she is in Detroit she might roll down the window a little less reluctantly...

I'm proud of you for "living on the edge HK":)

And so that brings me to a story about "traveling with bread" from this past weekend. I was driving on Orchard Lake Rd. listening to MPR and noticed a dog walking on the side of the road (of course I would notice this). He was way too close to traffic so I pulled into the next parking lot and called the dog over.

"Hey bud. Come here...cookie treats?".
That always works with my dog.

Think Think Alicia. What can I use to get the doggy away from the road?
Ah ha! There is left over pita bread in my car from an event!

So I opened the hatch and lured the dog over with pita bread.
It worked!
Not only that but she *loved* the bread

No tag, no collar.
uh oh.

I put the dog in my car and ran into the restaurant next door.
Ironically there was a policeman eating.
He offered to take the dog to the local shelter, to which my response was "No. Shelters are too quick to put dogs down. I will take her home".

(Kyle is gonna kill me)

So off we went. I called Kyle to tell him "I had a special surprise."

I decided to drive around a couple neighborhoods before I headed home to see if anyone was looking.
My new doggy friend had her head out the window, happy as can be.

We approached a woman walking and she shouted out "That's my dog!"
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujaaaaaaaah

And so this story has a happy ending...
Pita bread saved this doggy from a potential car accident.

Moral of the story is this...
Carry a box of granola bars of pita bread in your car. You never know who's life you could save or belly you could nourish.;-)