But I'm probably not alone here.
Ok, here's the sit. I was leaving a store today. It was blazing, hellish, egg-frying hot. Like 105 degrees. There was a woman standing towards the end of the parking lot. I'd seen her flag down a church van a min. or so ago. Sure enough, as I pull up to the edge of the parking lot, she starts walking towards me and motioning me to roll down my window. When she walked up I got a good look at her. She was in a wife-beater and ripped up shorts w/shoes that were holy. She was missing most of her teeth, the ones that remained were jagged and crazy looking. Her eyes were red and glazed looking. She looked exactly like a crack-whore. And also, since it was so hot, she was dripping in sweat. She asked me for a ride, saying her car broke down and she'd been trying to catch a ride for hours. Without a moments hesitation, I told her, "Sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry." Her response was to spit on the ground next to my truck, hard, like a man would.
As I pulled away, I watched her in my rear-view. I felt bad. Really bad. No one should be stuck outside in that heat. I don't even let my cats out when it's that hot, and have been making sure the stray cat family has plenty of cool water. They've been camping out in the crawl space under the house for shade.
So, should I have given her a ride? Would you? It was all too easy for me to imagine her pulling out a knife. I have given strangers rides before, but not ones that look like crackheads.
In other news, had a job interview today. I think I did ok, but only got half of the technical questions right. Two guys sat across the table, and they took turns firing questions at me. Some of the questions that I knew the answers to, I blanked out. One of the eeeasiest ques.s in the world, what does ftp stand for, I blanked. That's tech 101, one of the FIRST things they teach you in electronics. As I climbed into my truck after the interview, 3 or 4 answers to questions I'd blanked on shot into my head. I almost went back, but that would've just made me look desperate and strange. This is only a part-time job anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter that much if I don't get it.
And lastly, one chapter to go in the ex-bf memoirs. Actually less, b/c I've already written one paragraph. I was having trouble w/the second to last chapter, but sat down to write yesterday, and I couldn't stop. It's all disturbing, but I couldn't stop laughing!!
