A Town Called Moira

I was pulled in on the side of the road, (in a town named disconcertingly after my mother), after my 2 hour drive, awaiting my covolunteers - we were to go to a meeting.
They drove smoothly past, altho I was right there, near the curtain shop, where I said I'd be. I pulled out and followed, found them turning the car further up the town, thought surely they'd seen me.... and drove on past pulled in to wait, but no, they'd turned around.
So I drove back down the town, and could not see them anywhere. (repeated this about 5 times, so that the local neighbourhood watchers were out in force). Pulled in and tried to ring, my phone not working, last bit of credit used... In Northern IreLand - another country, lost and alone. The feckeens, they drove on, out the country - towards our customer, altho I had the samples. I bought credit, tried to put it in my phone, it didn't work. A nice girl in the phone credit shop offered me her shiny touch tone phone, it didn't work. Then she put in the number, and finally it rang, and we managed to hook up and not have a total waste of a day, altho I'm still pretty ropey after a late one last night - more on that maybe next time.
So - I found myself a samaritan, and you know I like to think that it made her feel almost as good as it did me, the helpingness, the good deededness of it, so go out and get a stranger to do you a favour now. Try and make it really convincing, look really panicked as you demand a cup of sugar. They'll feel more useful and good about themselves - maybe.