I have a friend who plays a very pivotal role in my travels. Over the last 6-7 years or so, my friend has driven me to and from the airport for many of my oversea departures. My friend’s name is Gerry P; an elderly lady in her mid 80’s, I have known her since I was a little tyke of about 6 years old. Without revealing my exact age, I guess you could say I ain’t no spring chicken. Gerry P was my mother’s best friend and she has always been considered part of the family. After Gerri’s husband died in the early 1990’s, whenever I took my parents out to eat, we always invited Gerry to come along with us.
Without Gerry, my trips would not go quite as smoothly. Even at a relatively advanced age, she’s still a fairly good driver even though she has a tendency to speed a bit. More importantly, Gerry P is always on time and very reliable. Whenever I return from my travels, I call her from the airport and she promptly picks me up in the loading zone with a smiling face and takes me home. Sure beats the impersonal service of a taxi, furthermore it saves me about 35USD on a roundtrip basis. Just so you get a better idea - Gerry lives about 5-6 minutes from me, and the airport (SFO International) is less than 10 minutes away by car. As a token of my appreciation, I usually bring Gerry P a nice little gift from overseas - a tea set from Thailand, an exotic decorative table runner from Laos, some oolong tea or something else I feel that Gerry will appreciate. Not too many people have as a big of a heart as Gerry P. Let’s face it, they just don’t make them like they used to. She’s a very special lady and friend.
Who needs a taxi anyhow?