Crazy, that's what.

11

It was good to be helpful.

You never knew what kind of blessings awaited you, or what you were going to receive in return.

Andy, the girl who'd paid my fare the other day, had definitely not been expecting me to call her so we could shop for everything she wanted, bills on me.

We were in a boutique where she picked out clothes and insisted I bought something too.

I honestly didn't want to. I was more contented with her excited squeals and the happiness that shone in her eyes when she saw something she really liked but was hesitant because of the price and I told her to take it.

Arnold, one of the boutique attendants, who immediately volunteered to be of assistance when he took one good look at Andy, and they had been shamelessly flirting ever since we stepped in, was astonished the first two times I did it, but after the third he just smiled at me, calling me a good person.

I made no comment. It was my mother's money.

When she was done, she sternly told me it was my turn. Sighing, I picked out the first few dresses I saw, heading to the dressing room to try them on. Andy rejected all. It was either I looked like a tomato, a pumpkin, a clown, a runaway bride, one time she said, "Do you have any fashion sense whatsoever?"

We ended up with ten shopping bags and a new travel bag for me because I needed one for my new clothes. I wasn't ready to go to the hotel and she wasn't ready to go back home so the safest option was to leave them with Arnold to be picked up later. At least that's what she said. I secretly thought it was just an excuse for her to see Arnold again.

"Food." I said, when we'd gone a little distance away from the boutique. "I'm hungry."

She shrugged. "Okay. What do you want to eat?"

"I want the most streetiest street food there is."

She blinked. "Streetiest?"

"I know what I said."

She shook her head. "Come on."

We stopped in front of a man with several delicious looking delicacies in front of him.

"G'day sir." Andy greeted.

The man looked down at us. "G'day to you too. How are ya going?"

"Wonderful. My friend here is from the United Kingdom and she wants to try our Australian street food."

He looked at me. "You from the UK?"

"Yes sir."

For some reason, my response made him burst out in laughter. "I love your accent! Here." He snatched two sticks of meat things on them. "We call this barbequed snags."

I bit into it and chewed. "Delicious. Beef."

"Mine is pork." Andy said.

"You like it?" The man asked.

I dumped the unfinished part into my mouth. "I want more."