That fateful afternoon, after we closed from work, I met John standing by the roadside with his two gas cylinders beside him. He looked so tired, restless, and, somehow, expectant. It was a common practice of almost all staff who didn't have their own means of transport to stand by the roadside to stop any company person for a lift. For the first time, John, whom I knew from a distance was going to sit in my car. “Oh, thank you for the lift", he said, after he pulled his seatbelt to lock himself up.
