strange happenings in southern virginia
here's part of a story; if you know more of it, shut the fuck up.
On my drive back from the Outerbanks where I was visiting Maggie, my car graciously broke down on me. I pulled off of I-95 about 10 miles away from Richmond in a city called "Fredericksburg." I was lucky enough to end up with a police man who forced me to report my car trouble and call in the state trooper. The state trooper arrived (he looked like "The Rock" except about five-foot-four) and he took all my information and called a tow truck for me, even though I said I'd just call AAA because I was a member. They insisted on calling some man named Hurb to come by and he loaded up my car. [Hurb: Wherre'ya headed to? Me: Falls Church, Fairfax County. Hurb: Awww, hell naw.] That's right, Hurb refused to tow my car to Falls Church for me. He tried to charge me for loading and unloading, but it wasn't going to happen. So I called AAA and waited for them to send me a tow truck. I was stranded, with a broken-down car, in Fredericksburg, Virginia, at midnight, in the rain, in [what I would find out was] a black part of Virginia. I'm no racist, I heart black people, like Nicole! but still, considering the conditions, the LAST thing I need is Missy Elliott getting all up in my grill as I wait at some Amoco station. So to pass the time, what did I do? I took "I-may-be-stranded-but-I-feel-sexy" pictures.
So I am once again with no car. Don't ask me to pick you up, or take you anywhere, or do something with you that would involve transporting more than myself, or I'll quickly make sure it'll be twice as hard for you to talk to me.
