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So tonight i went to a gas station. I'm sitting there, just chillin out, listening to music and all of a sudden this guy popped up like out of no where and started walking towards my van. I thought he was coming up to tell me like maybe the pump i was lined up for didn't work or something, so i rolled down my window, and he leans on the window sill and stuff and he starts making small talk. He starts talking about how expensive gas is in ottawa and cornwall and stuff, and he starts asking me all these weird questions.
He started asking me like what school i went to. He asked what i was taking, and he told me his 18 year old cousin goes to Carleton too and she was taking Psych, and asked me the difference between socio and psych and stuff. Then he starts telling me he just moved out and went to barrhaven tonight and got his hair cut by this guy whos like, his friends dad or something and he owns this barber shop so he gets his hair cut for $5 and stuff and i was like okay... and i kept tapping my foot on the brake so that my lights would flash but nope, in a crowded gas station where there was like at least 25 cars, no one came up to me to see if i was okay.. so then he reaches inside my van and shakes my hand and asks me for my name, so i tell him ,and he tells me his name is patrick, and then he asks me if i own my van, asks me how much it costs to fill it, asks me where i live, what my e-mail address is, but i said i didn't have one, he asked me what my cell phone number is, and i was like, i don't have a cell, and he's like well you have a home phone don't you? i'm like yeah, sorry though i have a boyfriend, he goes... i don't believe you.. i'm like oh sorry, well i do.. then he's like.. where does he live? i'm said barrhaven, he's like where do you live? i'm say barrhaven, he's like, oh i see... then this car pulls up and he gets in like how freaky is that?
Seriously now, asking me like my cell number, my house number, where i live, where my "boyfriend" lives, what school i go to, if the van i drove is mine? like all this weird stuff ,and the fact that he leaned on my window so i couldn't roll it up, and when he went to shake my hand, he pretty much came into my van to do so, i tapped the brake so that my lights would flash, and no one came to see anything, not even to be like "oh did you know that your break lights were flashing" and i would have been like, yeah i don't know this guy
Honestly, that was the freakiest thing thats ever happened to me. The only thing going through my mind was to like, get his details. Like he was like 21, he wore a green button up t-shirt, neatly shaven, brown hair, brown eyes, his name is Patrick, his ride was like a silver escape, he wore blue jeans and had short hair.
Seriously, scariest thing in the world to ever happen to me.
He started asking me like what school i went to. He asked what i was taking, and he told me his 18 year old cousin goes to Carleton too and she was taking Psych, and asked me the difference between socio and psych and stuff. Then he starts telling me he just moved out and went to barrhaven tonight and got his hair cut by this guy whos like, his friends dad or something and he owns this barber shop so he gets his hair cut for $5 and stuff and i was like okay... and i kept tapping my foot on the brake so that my lights would flash but nope, in a crowded gas station where there was like at least 25 cars, no one came up to me to see if i was okay.. so then he reaches inside my van and shakes my hand and asks me for my name, so i tell him ,and he tells me his name is patrick, and then he asks me if i own my van, asks me how much it costs to fill it, asks me where i live, what my e-mail address is, but i said i didn't have one, he asked me what my cell phone number is, and i was like, i don't have a cell, and he's like well you have a home phone don't you? i'm like yeah, sorry though i have a boyfriend, he goes... i don't believe you.. i'm like oh sorry, well i do.. then he's like.. where does he live? i'm said barrhaven, he's like where do you live? i'm say barrhaven, he's like, oh i see... then this car pulls up and he gets in like how freaky is that?
Seriously now, asking me like my cell number, my house number, where i live, where my "boyfriend" lives, what school i go to, if the van i drove is mine? like all this weird stuff ,and the fact that he leaned on my window so i couldn't roll it up, and when he went to shake my hand, he pretty much came into my van to do so, i tapped the brake so that my lights would flash, and no one came to see anything, not even to be like "oh did you know that your break lights were flashing" and i would have been like, yeah i don't know this guy
Honestly, that was the freakiest thing thats ever happened to me. The only thing going through my mind was to like, get his details. Like he was like 21, he wore a green button up t-shirt, neatly shaven, brown hair, brown eyes, his name is Patrick, his ride was like a silver escape, he wore blue jeans and had short hair.
Seriously, scariest thing in the world to ever happen to me.