Trey just left to go pick Dea up from work at McDonald's. Several nights a week Dea works until 10:00 and Trey goes and picks him, and sometimes a few co-workers, up and gives them a ride home.
It's an easy drive and usually takes about 15 minutes round trip.
Why am I telling you this? Because it's harmless and should not be something even remotely interesting enough to blog about, right?
You would think.
The other night, Trey and Dea came home looking a 'little deer in the headlights' and when I asked why, Trey got a little sheepish.
Dea chimed in, "Mr. Trey picked up some homeless dealer and gave him a ride."
As I went to check our life insurance policy to make sure it was up to date, Trey explained.
Now, we've talked about this. He only calls me "Baby" when he wants a dog, ate my Milk Duds, or has done something where his safety might have been questionable.
"Baby, I was waiting for Dea and this guy came up to my window and asked me to roll it down. I said 'no' because I didn't have any money." (For the record, Trey pretty much always talks to the homeless and felt a little guilty for not engaging this guy.)
"Well he starts going off on me acting all indignant saying he doesn't want any money and yelling that he just needs a ride across the bridge."
Across the bridge would be into our neighborhood.
Trey continued, "He told me about his eight kids and how he was just trying to get over the bridge to take his wife some Church's Chicken. He did have a bag of chicken so I gave him the benefit of the doubt him and told him I'd give him a ride."
At this point, I'm just going to tell you that the next time you're filling out a life insurance application and it asks you if you,
b. use tobacco products
c. engage in intravenious drug use
or d. pick up homeless people with a bag of chicken and give them rides over the bridge
you have my permission to blame Trey.
There was more, "He told me he was a counselor, a construction worker, a teacher, a musician, a car salesman, and a mechanic. He also explained that several of his kids were in jail and he was strapped trying to pay for all of their bail and lawyers."
When they got to the other side of the bridge, the gentleman, his name was Rotten Johnny, said, "Uh, you better drive on off. I don't want you implicated in anything."
The fact that his name was Rotten Johnny should have been a little red flag, don't ya think?
Trey said, "IMPLICATED? IMPLICATED? What are you talking about?"
"Uh, yeah, about that, I gotta do me a little slingin' to make some money. Thanks man."
He got out of Trey's car and ran off.
Slingin' would be selling drugs.
In light of Trey's call into full-time inner city ministry, this little episode might be considered counter-productive. But, I do love the man because he continues to see hope in the hopeless and knows there is no such thing as a chance encounter. Judging from past experience and the way Trey loves his 'hood and the people in it, Rotten Johnny hasn't seen the last of my husband.