On my Metro ride home today, I noticed an elderly man talking with a group of women - apparently a grandmother, a mother and a daughter (grand-daughter). I was waiting on the platform at the Hollywood and Vine stop, and they had just gotten off the train that was heading to North Hollywood. After watching them for a few minutes, it appeared that the elderly man was a bit lost, and was trying to figure out how to get home. The women kept trying to help him, but there also seemed to be a language barrier - or so I thought. The elderly man eventually pulled out his I.D. card, and showed the women his address. They instructed him to get on the train going back to Union Station, and get off at the Vermont-Santa Monica stop. Well...
The train comes by and the man gets on the train. So do I since I had to head to Union Station too. Well... The man starts asking some people on the train how to get "home". I eventually made my way to him and asked if he needed any help. "I need to get to Romaine... Santa Monica... Hollywood... Vermont... Wilshire..." I started pointing to the Metro map to see if any of the stop names sounded familiar. He wasn't sure - just kept looking at me with a very questioning face. He then pulled out his I.D. card to show me his address. Unfortunately, I had no idea where Romaine Dr. was/is, but he did say he was off of Santa Monica Blvd. in Hollywood. Well, he was going the wrong way then. Almost. I told him to get off at the Vermont-Santa Monica station - as the ladies had instructed him before - and to take the number 4 bus back to Hollywood.
After some more chatting and questioning, he eventually started pointing to his head. "My memory is not so good... Sorry." No problem. I asked him a few more questions just to make sure he would be getting off at the correct stop. "I'm in the building... By the artists... The Artists..." I still was not sure what he was talking about. There was another young man listening in on all of this, and he kept giving me a blank look too.
"Thank you... My memory... And I have been drinking... Makes me forget... I should not do that..."
My heart sank.
Well, the train gets to the Vermont-Santa Monica station, and I motion to man to get off the train, and to head upstairs. Thankfully, the train stayed a bit longer in the station than usual, and I was able to see the man get on the escalator up to the street level.
Of course, as the train pulled away, I wished I had gotten off the train with him...