This is How I am Going to Die

So one cold night I am leaving work by myself. It's below freezing and I'm half jogging to my car. A lady runs up to me and asks me if I know where LaPorta's restaurant is. Well, I do and she's a good 6 or 7 blocks away. She's just walked 6 blocks in the wrong direction to run into me at this intersection. She's a little hassled and it's important to note she is carrying a neatly folded down, brown paper bag.

I figure she is late to something and I can pass that restaurant on my way home, no big deal. So I offer her a ride. She's grateful. She says that she is performing there and she's already late. Well, it will only take us 5 minutes tops to get there.

As I'm driving she slowly reaches down for that brown paper bag, and the first thing that went through my head is "this is how I am going to die?" For a moment, I envisioned her reaching for a gun. I'm not sure how a lady would carry a gun, but a brown paper bag is a good a carrier as anything else I suppose. We were only 1 block away from the restaurant it seemed silly to kill me now. In fact, she was just grabbing the bag and sitting up. The bag may or may not have contained a gun, but she didn't shoot me with it.

And after I let her out at the restaurant, I thought to myself, that probably is the way I am going to die — while doing a favor for a stranger.