Monday, August 07, 2006

Wednesday, Freak Incident 1 & 2, 1900

Synopisis: Got a flat tire. Changed it. Flat doughnut. Air. No good. Fix-A-Flat. No good. Stuck at a gas station in the ghetto for over an hour waiting for a tow truck to arrive.

[Enter Freak 1]

Freak#1: Hey girl. Do you know where I-45 and Tidwell is?
Me: Yes. You go down 8 to-
Freak#1: Well, my 18 month old daughter just died and I have two other kids and my wife is in jail and I need some money so I can get gas to go get my kids.
Me: I don’t have any cash. I’m sorry.

I know. Not that bad, but the entire time he was talking to me, he was trying to touch me. Ewe. Don’t touch me.
By the way, I am not an insensitive bastard. The guy didn’t have a car even. I watched him work the crowd at the gas station for almost an hour before he went and sat at the bus stop.

[Enter Freak 2]

A cowboy. An old cowboy in a huge truck with a trailer attached to the back. He sat in the parking lot and stared at me for about 15 minutes before approaching me. I was on the phone with Matt, thank God, so I knew if he abducted me, at least someone would hear it. He seemed nice enough at first but was eyeballing me and talking like the squeal-like-a-pig guy from Deliverance.

Freak #2: Hey darlin’. You need some hep?
Me: No, thanks. I have a tow truck coming.
Freak #2: You know, I seen you get up and you lookin real guud. Sure I cain’t help with nothin?

Gross. When he said it, his voice got all growly and freaked me out to the point of tears.

Me: I’m good. Thanks. Appriciate it.

He then went back to his truck and stared at me until the tow truck got there.


Blogger The Grunt said...

Some freaks just flat out suck. Tidwell indeed;)

8:50 AM  
Blogger Clearlykels said...

do you attract these people? Gross. Sorry.

10:20 AM  

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