I needed to go to Downtown Winnipeg Square to pick up a phone from Rogers. I have always been a nervous driver and have always had a poor sense of direction.
After receiving horrible directions from a friend, I managed to get lost at a very busy time downtown.
I decided to go into a parking lot and gather my thoughts — aka have a good cry — but soon realized once I turned into the lot I couldn’t go left or right because there were blocks, could not move backwards because of traffic behind me, and chose not to move forward because that meant going into a parking lot where I had to pay, and I had no sense of where I was.
I managed to move my car into a little crevice so I could do more thinking — crying. I then heard a tap on the window, and it was a security guard. Through my thoughts, the crying, I could hear on the guard’s walkie-talkie, "You gotta move her, she’s blocking traffic."
This friendly guard asked me where I needed to go. I told him where, and apparently I was right next door to where I needed to be, but he would walk me. After parking my car, this wonderful security guard walked me to Rogers.
Of course, because I was so frazzled, once I was done at Rogers, I had not one single clue how to get back. This same security guard found me walking aimlessly, and again, walked with me.
It’s safe to say I have yet to go back downtown by myself, but I was very grateful for this security guard. Without him, I’d probably still be in my car thinking — crying.
— Shira Tennenhouse