Dave the Hermit

            
            I was in the front yard when I heard someone say "wait, come back, I'm sorry." When I looked to see what was happening, I saw Dave the hermit chasing after a minivan in his wheelchair. The driver of the minivan had pulled to the curb and parked. I walked down the hill to find Dave with his breaks locked in front of the van to block it from moving.
            "What's going here?" I asked.
            Dave craned his neck toward me and said, "I grumbled at him and now he won't give me a ride."
           "What's his problem?" I asked
           "I don't know," Dave said.
           "Don't worry. I'll fix it," I said. 
           The driver had his window rolled up and was talking on the phone. When I tapped on the window to talk to him he raised his hand as to say hold on without looking at me. I waited.
           The driver finally rolled down his window. 
           "This guy needs a ride," I said.
           "I'm not taking him anywhere." 
           "Why not? He's in a wheelchair. He needs your help." 
           "Because he cussed me out when I got to his door, that's why, I'm not taking that from nobody." 
           I turned and looked at Dave.
           "He was late!"
           I turned to the driver. "He needs to buy food." 
           "He's going have to call somebody else. I'm not taking him." 
           I turned to Dave the hermit who was still locked in place in front of the van. 
           It was a stand-off. I knew I was licked. I threw up my arms. "I tried. This is between you two." I said, before walking away. 
           I heard the van backing up the hill to get away from Dave. I saw Dave struggling in his wheelchair to get up the hill. I walked down to help him. I was wheeling him to his house, trying to get him up the driveway when he angrily shouted "Hey, don't push me man!"