Adventures in Westchester Part II

So now we were at the concert in a small auditorium at SUNY Purchase which was nice because there wasn't a bad seat in the house. As usual, the crew was still setting up, and the concert was running late. During this time the Boy handed me a half a roast beef sandwich which I stealthily munched on, knowing that there wasn't any food allowed inside. Halfway through, the band started playing and Matisyahu made his appearance.
http://music.aol.com/artist/matisyahu/698529/main

Normally, I'm not much of a reggae fan, but Matisyahu rocked with his catchy beats that would make anyone want to clap along at the very least. A lot of the crowd was either up and dancing or bouncing along in their seats. He did a really good beat box (click on it! click on it! it's the best beat box I've ever seen!) and even had an Asian keyboard player.

The concert was great! It ended at around 10PM at which time the Boy and I bolted out (work night). We were mainly concerned with how we were going to get back and prayed that there would be a cab somewhere in sight.

There wasn't, so we started calling cab companies, which one by one refused to pick us up. Purchase, NY? Oh no, they weren't driving all the way out there.

Crap. It was a chilly night, and we were screwed. The cab ride from the train station was about 10 minutes away and included a freeway (at least mine did) stretch. There had to be some other way. We weren't going to walk there. Right about now, a young college student walked past us and headed to her car after a late night of studying on campus. A light bulb went off above the Boy's head.

Boy: Hi. Excuse me, excuse me. Do you know where we can take a bus to the train station? We just got out of the Matisyahu concert, and the cab companies have stranded us here. We can't get home.

Girl: What?! They took you out here and won't take you back?! That's horrible! Let me drive you to the bus stop.

Was she crazy?! Taking complete strangers into her car?! How did she know we weren't psychotic? Whatever. It was our ticket back.

We hopped into the car, and she drove us along the long and windy path outside of the college. She was 24 and studying Education. Originally, she wanted to be a vet, but the sciences deterred her. She married young, and took two years off to support her husband before returning to college. Ah, a bus stop!

The bus stop was a dark and lonely place. That, and it was going the wrong direction. The right direction was no where to be found. She was kind enough to drive us around until a while down the road, we found a bus stop pointed the right way.

But it was out in the middle of nowhere, dark and deserted. We hopped out, wondering how long it would be until the next bus. Thank god for her small town hospitality! She wasn't comfortable dropping us out into the dark, not knowing if the bus was still running or what would happen to us, so the Boy suggested she could take us to the train station in Yonkers where we could catch a subway to the City.

Back in the car! She wasn't always a small town girl. She spent the first 15 years of her life in Paris before moving with her family to Portugal and then various places all over the world with different family members before ending up in Yonkers. She thought Austrailia was boring, but New Zealand nice. The two years supporting her husband were tough.

As the Boy and I listened, I could feel a lecture brewing from inside the Boy's head for me never to do what this kind girl was doing. Picking up two random strangers (one a man) and driving them around town was a dangerous thing. The girl even said it herself. This is a dangerous world we live in. But we were grateful for her kind hearted trustfulness.

We all made it safely to the train station! They Boy thanked her, handed her his business card should she ever need anything from us, and slipped in a little cash for her trouble. And with that we all parted ways.