Jeff looked down at his watch and realized that he was seventeen minutes late for his delivery. He was delivering two mattresses to someone's home, but couldn't find their house. The weird thing about was that the house was located right in his hometown. He even tried using a map, but got no closer to finding the house than when he started. Jeff wished the town wasn't so big, with so many streets. He turned left on a familiar street and pulled over to the side of the road to figure out where exactly he was.
He shook his head in confusion. If I don't find this house, I'm going to be in big trouble with my boss. He was aggravated out of his mind and couldn't stand it. He still couldn't find where he was, so he kept driving until he saw a street he knew. He hated asking for directions, but determined that he would have to. Jeff hurriedly pulled into a Seven-Eleven parking space.
The store doorbell ringed as he walked through the front doors. He looked over at the lady at the cash register, who was reading an issue of People. Jeff walked over to the counter and put the paper with the street address on it and started to talk. "Excuse me, could you tell me if you knew where this street address," he pointed to the address on the paper, "is located."
She took the paper off the counter and glanced at the address and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm not really good at remembering street names or giving directions. I don't have a clue as to where this place is located." Then she shrugged.
Jeff felt hopeless. "Okay, thanks." Jeff took the paper back and got back in his car.
He stated the engine up and started to back up out of the parking and back onto the street. Does this place even exist? If so, where? I'm never going to find it.
Jeff stared down at the paper while he was driving and tried to rack his brain for any memory of the street address. Then Jack looked up in alarm to see that he was about to run into an old lady in her nightgown. He turned the steering wheel to the right as hard as he could and swerved into an alley behind an apartment building. He slammed his foot on the brakes and came skidding to a halt. He felt something fall in the back of the truck on his mattresses. He looked in the rearview mirror and couldn't see the lady in the street anywhere.
He heard a faint noise growing louder and got out of the car. He ran to the street, but the lady was nowhere to be seen. The noise became louder to it was easy to tell that the noise was a baby crying. He jogged back to his truck to look for the source of the noise. Jeff gazed up to the top of the mattresses in the back of the truck to see a horror stricken baby crying.
The first thing he thought was that he had been driving with this baby on the back of the truck. He went on top of the truck and got the baby down off the mattresses and put him on the ground where he comforted him. Jeff remembered that something had fell on the back of his truck when he braked. He peered up at the apartment building to see that one of the windows was open and the curtains were billowing in the wind.
"Did you fall from there?" Jeff asked, while pointing to the window. Jeff thought that he looked more like a two-year-old kid than a baby. The kid nodded. "Are you okay?" Again, the kid nodded.
A janitor, who had been cleaning up the street, came rushing over to Jeff and the kid. He told Jeff, "I saw this boy crying. Is he okay? He lives upstairs with his grandmother, Jane."
Jeff told him what had just taken place. The janitor said, "We need to go see if Jane knows what her grandson did." The all went into the hotel and Jeff inquired the janitor, "How are we going to get into the room-"
"Don't worry, I've got a key to every door in this building."
They walked up some stairs and the janitor stopped at a door, in which he put a key into and unlocked. "Jane? Are you there? Anybody?" Silence.
Jeff set the boy down in a chair and told him to sit tight, while the janitor went into the living room. Jeff heard the janitor yell, "Come quick! Jane's unconscious!" Jeff rushed into the room to see that Jane was lying facedown on the carpet. "Help me turn her over."
They turned her over and Jeff thought that there was something very recognizable about her. Then it hit him. That's the old lady who was in the street! She even has on the same nightgown!
The janitor snapped Jeff out of his thoughts and back into reality. "I'm one of her friends. I know she takes a certain medicine that she has to take or she'll faint. I'll go get it. Maybe that'll help her." The janitor went into the bathroom and got Jane's medicine. He fed it to her.
A minute later of patiently waiting, Jane stirred and woke up. The first thing she said was, "Where's my grandson?"
The janitor responded, "He's here and he's okay. We need to call an ambulance."
"I don't need any ambulance. I forgot to take my medicine, and passed out. Last thing I remember was getting up to get my grandson because he was on top of the chair and looked like he was about to fall out the window."
Jeff still couldn't believe that this was the same woman. He told her calmly, "Your grandson fell out the window onto some mattresses in the back of my truck," Jane looked like she was going to pass out again. "But he didn't get her at all." Jane let out a relieved whoosh of air.
Jane demanded again, "Where is he?"
"He's sitting in a chair in the other room."
Jane got up and went to her grandson and gave him a big hug. "Don't you ever scare your grandma like that again." He nodded. Jane went on, "I'm going to never have that window open again."
Jeff didn't think that he would ever tell anybody about seeing her in the street. Who would believe me? That's the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.
It seemed to Jeff that what happened was that the lady left her body to direct him to that alley at the exact time the kid fell.
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