Good Times!
So, my friends Lannie and Holly and I are getting into the car (this is around 11pmish) after gourging at the Subway inside of the Shell gas station.
This chick, smellin' like stale cigs and cheap booze, comes stumbling up to the car talkin' about how her car died about 3 miles away and that her grandkids that she's supposed to be babysitting are waiting at the house for her to come back with food. She walked from the freeway all the way to shell to get some gas. (I noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes.) With the promise to hook us up with more gas money, she asked if she could please please please get a ride back to her car after she filled up her little gas bin. It would be less time for the babies to wait.
We tried to give excuses, but in the end she talked us into it. So, while she went in to pay for her gas and fill up her bin, Holly, Lannie, and I devised up a plan. The only weapon available was a pair of scissors in the back seat. Lannie took them and held them in her hand on the opposite side of the woman. If the woman tried anything. She knew to be swift. Stab her in the leg, reach over and open her door while she screamed, Holly does a U-E and she's out of the car (by that I mean we'd kick her out and hope she'd roll). Lannie also called her boyfriend, that way she could tell him to call the police or something if plan A didn't work as smoothly. (yeah, we're crazy people)
Just when we were thinking about driving off without her, the woman knocked on the door again. We let her in and she sat in the back seat with poor little innocent Lannie as we planned.
The whole ride there she just kept rambling on...
"I'm no crazy killer or anything I'm a nice person, but don't ever do this. Don't talk to strangers, especially not men. My daughter's 27 years old. She lost all she had to this dick of a fella and now I've gotta drive this piece o' shit car. I told her to listen, but she asked him for help instead and now I have this piece of shit. Do you love your mother? Listen to your mothers. You'll find yourself a grandma gettin' lost in the dark because some man suckered you out of a nice loan. Don't pick up men like you picked up me! I'm a nice person, but your mothers would prolly freak if they new. hahaha. God bless you girls. you shouldn't have done this, but I'm glad you did. You know where the truck stop is? I'm a mile away from that. The little truck stop where all those trucks are at? You don't know how do you not know? It's where the trucks are. It's-well, I'm a mile away and-do you girls smoke? No? Then I won't. My daughter doesn't smoke either. I'm just watchin' her kids and I went out to get gas and I drove out too far. I just put 5 dollars in it! Bless you girls. You know you really shouldn't have picked me up..."
about 15 minutes later she was out of the car and into her own. Thank god. She gave Holly $5 for gas and told us to never let a man in the car.
"Don't talk to strangers, girls!"
ooooooook. I think that point is officially beaten into me now.
This chick, smellin' like stale cigs and cheap booze, comes stumbling up to the car talkin' about how her car died about 3 miles away and that her grandkids that she's supposed to be babysitting are waiting at the house for her to come back with food. She walked from the freeway all the way to shell to get some gas. (I noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes.) With the promise to hook us up with more gas money, she asked if she could please please please get a ride back to her car after she filled up her little gas bin. It would be less time for the babies to wait.
We tried to give excuses, but in the end she talked us into it. So, while she went in to pay for her gas and fill up her bin, Holly, Lannie, and I devised up a plan. The only weapon available was a pair of scissors in the back seat. Lannie took them and held them in her hand on the opposite side of the woman. If the woman tried anything. She knew to be swift. Stab her in the leg, reach over and open her door while she screamed, Holly does a U-E and she's out of the car (by that I mean we'd kick her out and hope she'd roll). Lannie also called her boyfriend, that way she could tell him to call the police or something if plan A didn't work as smoothly. (yeah, we're crazy people)
Just when we were thinking about driving off without her, the woman knocked on the door again. We let her in and she sat in the back seat with poor little innocent Lannie as we planned.
The whole ride there she just kept rambling on...
"I'm no crazy killer or anything I'm a nice person, but don't ever do this. Don't talk to strangers, especially not men. My daughter's 27 years old. She lost all she had to this dick of a fella and now I've gotta drive this piece o' shit car. I told her to listen, but she asked him for help instead and now I have this piece of shit. Do you love your mother? Listen to your mothers. You'll find yourself a grandma gettin' lost in the dark because some man suckered you out of a nice loan. Don't pick up men like you picked up me! I'm a nice person, but your mothers would prolly freak if they new. hahaha. God bless you girls. you shouldn't have done this, but I'm glad you did. You know where the truck stop is? I'm a mile away from that. The little truck stop where all those trucks are at? You don't know how do you not know? It's where the trucks are. It's-well, I'm a mile away and-do you girls smoke? No? Then I won't. My daughter doesn't smoke either. I'm just watchin' her kids and I went out to get gas and I drove out too far. I just put 5 dollars in it! Bless you girls. You know you really shouldn't have picked me up..."
about 15 minutes later she was out of the car and into her own. Thank god. She gave Holly $5 for gas and told us to never let a man in the car.
"Don't talk to strangers, girls!"
ooooooook. I think that point is officially beaten into me now.