This would be the same situation at my house. My wife wouldnt want anyone over. I played in bands a bit and totally get "crashing" is important and very normal. Of the people from here I would be less worried about Curtis than others. Some of you could sleep in the garage.
So one night I am walking the dog and meet a man on a bicycle. The kind with lots of bags. A rails-to-trails path passes behind my house, so this is not unusual. He seemed to be looking for something, so I asked if I could help. He said he was looking for a place to eat. Uh oh. Sadly, this time of night, the closest restaurant would have been a significant ride. So I ask where he is coming from and where he is going. He tells me he is from England and is riding across the US to raise awareness for Autism, a condition that he himself lives with. He started at JFK and is headed to LAX. He has been sleeping on the side of the trail and has not bathed in a few days. OK, follow me.
My wife is in the shower and I yell into the bathroom: "honey, I brought an Autistic Englishman home with me for dinner. He is going to crash here, take a shower, and wash his clothes." We heated up leftovers, talked and talked about his adventures, and were not murdered at all. I was honored to be mentioned in his posts about the trip. (https://www.facebook.com/JFKTOLAX/)
pinchvalve (Forum Supporter) said:So one night I am walking the dog and meet a man on a bicycle. The kind with lots of bags. A rails-to-trails path passes behind my house, so this is not unusual. He seemed to be looking for something, so I asked if I could help. He said he was looking for a place to eat. Uh oh. Sadly, this time of night, the closest restaurant would have been a significant ride. So I ask where he is coming from and where he is going. He tells me he is from England and is riding across the US to raise awareness for Autism, a condition that he himself lives with. He started at JFK and is headed to LAX. He has been sleeping on the side of the trail and has not bathed in a few days. OK, follow me.
My wife is in the shower and I yell into the bathroom: "honey, I brought an Autistic Englishman home with me for dinner. He is going to crash here, take a shower, and wash his clothes." We heated up leftovers, talked and talked about his adventures, and were not murdered at all. I was honored to be mentioned in his posts about the trip. (https://www.facebook.com/JFKTOLAX/)
To me, this is normal. It's how I grew up, we took in a lot of people.
The most recent hurricane, I arrived home from work to find a Stetson University student was going to be staying with us. My wife is the costumer for the theater department. The dorms were being evacuated, and he needed somewhere to stay.
Paul_VR6 (Forum Supporter) said:Some of you could sleep in the garage.
I could sleep anywhere.
In reply to Russian Warship, Go Berkeley Yourself :
Dibs on top bunk!
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Way to go! That's how it's done.
pinchvalve (Forum Supporter) said:So one night I am walking the dog and meet a man on a bicycle. The kind with lots of bags. A rails-to-trails path passes behind my house, so this is not unusual. He seemed to be looking for something, so I asked if I could help. He said he was looking for a place to eat. Uh oh. Sadly, this time of night, the closest restaurant would have been a significant ride. So I ask where he is coming from and where he is going. He tells me he is from England and is riding across the US to raise awareness for Autism, a condition that he himself lives with. He started at JFK and is headed to LAX. He has been sleeping on the side of the trail and has not bathed in a few days. OK, follow me.
My wife is in the shower and I yell into the bathroom: "honey, I brought an Autistic Englishman home with me for dinner. He is going to crash here, take a shower, and wash his clothes." We heated up leftovers, talked and talked about his adventures, and were not murdered at all. I was honored to be mentioned in his posts about the trip. (https://www.facebook.com/JFKTOLAX/)
My nephew was through hiking the Appalachian Trail when the remnants of a hurricane caught him. It had been raining for days and was supposed to continue for another week. He was walking into town when a lady picked him up. She and her husband ended up putting him up for 4 days. They fed him, washed his clothes, and gave him a bed to sleep in. He was extremely thankful, as were his parents.
pinchvalve (Forum Supporter) said:My wife is in the shower and I yell into the bathroom: "honey, I brought an Autistic Englishman home with me for dinner. He is going to crash here, take a shower, and wash his clothes." We heated up leftovers, talked and talked about his adventures, and were not murdered at all.
... says the autistic Englishman typing on your laptop.
In reply to Russian Warship, Go Berkeley Yourself :
The tiny Texaco sign is the perfect finishing touch to that scene.
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