doesn't every mother teach her kids to never get in a car with a stranger?? does anyone ever say yes??
there i am, just walking to the metro rockin out to some kelly clarkson, when i see out of the corner of my eye a car slow down and stop right next to me. naturally, i just keep looking straight a head, but i can still feel someone staring so i looked over for a second.
"hey, i'm headed to the metro, can i give you a ride?"
"i'm just gonna walk...thanks though."
"which way are you walking?"
"this way..."
even if this fiftysomething's intentions were good, ya just don't do that! doesn't he realize how creepy that is on so many levels?
so i thought my day couldn't get any more exciting...until i went to safeway.
i'm just minding my own business bagging up some delicious artichokes, when...
"excuse me, you're really beautiful."
"umm, thanks..."
"can i ask you out? it's your eyes..." creepy maybes?
"you know, i don't think so."
"why not? i have a motorcycle and a helmet for you!"
"that's ok...i'm good."
"it would be fun, ya know just hang out or something. and i have a motorcycle. i'm sure you like motorcycles! can i get your number?"
now here's where i have a problem. i would rather make up a fake number on the spot then say no. so that's what i did...
not sure why i have an issue with just saying no...and i was terrified he was going to try and call right then and figure out it was fake! not sure what i was scared of, but you just never know i guess.
he was a little more age-appropriate than the previous grandfather instance...but really?
i've said it once and i'll say it a million times...kenny chesney is the only single man old enough to be my dad i wouldn't mind taking a motorcycle ride from.
mmkay.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment