Trust

An incident happened today which made me think about trust. Am I too trusting or not trusting enough. And am I trustworthy?

I had just been dropping stuff off at school and was parked on Circus Street outside the photography building. I was just going through my pre-launch ritual with the Guf, music was on, diesel was heated, stuff on the seats in place...ready to burn!

I wound the window down so I could feel the air in my face as I drove (makes me feel like a racing driver you see) and a woman approached the window looking very flustered and distressed. She was out of breath and speaking very quickly told me she had lost her purse and was really worried and needed to get it back and wanted to go to the top of St James' street as she had been up there and thats where it probably was.

I agreed, it wasn't a big deal for me and she looked really concerned. So she hopped in and I started to drive off (mirror, signal manouvre and all that!). She directed me a quick back route and I asked her if she knew where it was, she thought it was in the Happy Shopper (classy!). After a few minutes we were at the top of Edward Street at some lights and she said that would do fine, she would hop out there and told me I was a life saver. She scurried over the road.

Then I thought...was that true? Was she and odd or trying to blag a lift, or a crack head or some other undersirable who was just on the scrounge?

I then thought, how nasty, she seemed genuine and really concerned and either way, who cares. I helped her out, she did me know harm etc. I couldn't figure if I was right to be suspicious or not.

Then I thought how trusting she was of me as I could have been a class A rapist or such like!

Hmmmm.

Trust.