Face Lift

Living in a small village in Africa brings certain things to the pot, one of which is closeness and a certain sense of trust. One tends more to do things that one wouldn´t do in the unknown of the big city. Like letting strange people get into your car.
My kind mom is often stopping on her way out of the village and offering a lift to someone, just as far as the highway where they would normally wait for a bus, she´s even had live chickens get into the car, accessories of the passenger.
I have asked her time and time again to stop this act of kindness.

A couple of weeks ago, she had just pulled out of the top road with the sea view and drove along to the main road, where she bypassed a lovely looking African lady, dressed to the T.
Of course a couple of minutes later, Joy was sitting in the back recounting some lovely stories and memories.
One slight hiccup though, Joy seemed to have quite a cold, as her voice was rather deep. It only took a minute or two, to realise that Joy in fact, was the transvestite of the area.

Not that this should change anything, but the driver found herself becoming a little nervous. But Joy was lovely, he had, sorry, she had the most beautiful hair and her nails were more manicured than the queen´s lawns. She was real and soft and wore a lovely ring.

The driver didn´t want it to seem that this situation was slightly different to her other lifts she had offered and went on to have a lovely chat with Joy. She asked Joy if she had kids, of course she did, 2 in fact. On reaching the highway intersection, Joy thanked the driver and trotted off in her heels.

A week later, my young niece came home from school and went to spend the afternoon with granny. Do you know gran, she spoke earnestly while doing her homework on the kitchen table, what a transvestite is? Granny at the stove, looked up with a curious look as the kid went on to explain to granny in her simplified way. You know gran, there is one that lives here.

Granny couldn´t help but smile to herself, and knowing she shouldn´t she replied, you know 2 weeks ago I gave a lift to a lovely lady, only that...

At the end of the story, my niece, shocked and quite rightly so, said, granny!!!! are you mad? you don´t give lifts to strangers.....once again rightly so!!! That´s right, you tell granny! Then she lowered her head, looked at her homework again, giving it a bit of thought.
You know gran, something could have happened, maybe it was your lucky day...
Then she thought again, and a few seconds later, she wrapped it up nicely, grannnn, maybe he just thought you were too old and not worth it!!