So an interesting thing happened to me at the Menards. (For you southerners, Menards is like the Home Depot.) I was in the parking lot, and these two African ladies called me over to their old Honda. They were wearing sarongs and they had scarves over their heads. They asked me if I could please start their car. I figured they were trying to say that they were having trouble with the engine. So with James watching, I turned the ignition–and the car started beautifully. The ladies thanked me. I got out of the car, and they drove off.
What just happened? There was nothing wrong with the car. I’ve pondered this for a while–and the only thing I can guess is that the ladies were African Muslims. We get lots of immigrants here. Is it possible that they weren’t supposed to drive, and that my starting the car somehow skirted the letter of a law? Of course, I thought the prohibition against women driving appeared only in Saudi Arabia. I’m at a loss. I don’t think anything sinister happened–and I was glad to be of service. I just have no idea what I did.
(Originally posted May 11, 2015)