Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque – The Partridge Family
Don't know the song? Go to YouTube and look up 'point me direction partridge family' and you should get a video.
Troy had just gotten paid and he was ecstatic about it. He was walking down the street in Winslow, Arizona window shopping and hoping he didn't buy something he didn't need. He smiled at all the old neon lights that lit up the old Route 66. His glance landed on the corner that was about ten feet away and noticed what looked like a teenage Mexican girl standing there with a suitcase in her hand. She looked extremely lost and disheveled.
Troy, being the gentleman he was, especially since it was getting dark, walked up to her.
"Are you lost?" He asked politely, while comfortingly putting his arm around her shoulders.
The girl looked extremely worn out and her hair was anything but neat. There were tears staining her face that he could barely make out in the light given off by the street lamp. It was quite obvious that she wasn't use to the kind of living she had recently been doing. He had to admit though, she was still one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
She made no movement at first, but then looked around and then got on her tiptoes and whispered in Troy's ear.
"Point me in the direction of Albuquerque. I want to go home. Can you help me get home?" She asked and then got off her toes. She looked away from him.
She sounded so desperate to Troy that it almost made him feel guilty, even though he had done nothing wrong.
"I need to get home…need to get home." She said louder as she searched the pockets of her thick coat, considering it was late May. She pulled out a ticket and handed it to him. He noticed it was a ticket for a bus to Albuquerque. He handed it back and smiled.
"I'll buy you dinner, is that okay?"
"Anyone that helps me is a very good friend of mine." Was her reply as they walked toward a old Route 66 diner.
Troy attempted to make talk all through their dinner, but she hardly ever responded.
"So what's your name?" He asked hoping he could at least get that out of her.
"It's not important." She responded looking out the window towards the street watching all the cars go by.
"Welcome to Winslow, Arizona Miss It's Not Important. It's nice to meet you, I'm Troy." He replied hoping to get her to laugh. She did and took his hand that he held out to shake her hand.
They finished their dinner and he walked her to the bus station.
"Thank you for helping me get home." She said smiling before getting on her tiptoes once again and kissing him.
Troy was shocked, but pleased all the same and kissed her back until they heard the intercom say, "9 o'clock for Albuquerque boarding now."
"Thank you and goodbye." She said getting off her tiptoes and smiling at him. She picked up her suitcase and boarded the bus. He watched her as she sat down and then waved with all her might to him. He waved back smiling sadly, knowing that he really didn't want her to go.
As the bus pulled away, she waved again while crying against the window, most likely thinking the same thing as him.
"I doubt that I'll ever forget you Miss It's Not Important." Troy said as he watched the bus until he could no longer see the taillights.
No offense to anyone who thinks using the term 'Mexican' is racist. Where I come from it is anything but.
This story probably seems rather random and short, but the song is rather random too. Thanks for reading though :)