Hmm... Awk-vard.

I've been presented with a sticky situation. I can Do The Right Thing and help someone out, but that would subject yours truly to hours of awkwardness. My father recieved this email and forwarded it to me:

Good Moring Bob,

i was wodering if Andrew would be traveling home this weekend for
thanksgiving and if so would he be doing it by car or bus. i am
windering this because i am trying to fined my way home.

if he is could oyu get him to e-mail (xxxxx@laurentian.ca) or call me
xxx-xxxx. there would be money for gas and anything else that he may
need.

Casey

The last time I saw/thought about this guy was probably when I was 14 and he was the most irritating person I'd ever met. I didn't know he went to Laurentian. I didn't know he still existed. I would not relish the idea of spending five hours in the car with him.

I know it's petty too, but LOOK AT ALL THOSE SPELLING MISTAKES! Where is the capitalization? Grammer, anyone? WHATEVER HAPPENED TO PROOFREADING?! Has my degree made me so much of a snob that I don't want to associate with people who can't type properly? Or am I now a fogey who sits on the porch and says "In MY day we took pride in our spelling!" It's weird, but all those things sort of epitomize how I felt about him back then, like they are the natural progression of what he would become, personality-wise.

Sigh. I'm glad he doesn't have anyway to contact me and that my dad just forwarded the email on instead of giving this guy my phone # and email. But since my dad knows about it I feel a nagging urge to Do The Right Thing. Added to this is the fact that if I did give him a ride home I might run into the problem of him wanting to hang out on a regular basis, which I don't want if he's even half as irritating as he was.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Although that offer of money for whatever I need could be tempting...

"Are you sure you need a satellite dish for your dog?"

"She likes the news! If you're not grateful for the ride, then I can let you out here."

"Sigh. Bell or Rogers?"