Today I drove my psychic friend to a meeting she had to attend. As a native New Yorker, she’s never learned how to drive, even though she’s lived in LA for 20 years. She calls me from time to time to ask me if I can drive her to various events, like the county fair, that she can’t get to via the city bus. The drive was a long one, and I went through a half tank of gas getting her to the meeting and back to her apartment.
But the commute was really fun and weirdly productive. We agreed that we’d sign up for cheesemaking class together, that she’d show me how to can preserves in exchange for giving her figs from my tree, and she bought two frying pans from me that were cluttering up my kitchen.
When I got back home I was hard pressed to decide who had done whom the real favor.