The other night I had a strange encounter. I was offered a ride while riding home from work at a rather late hour. Now you might think “Why on Earth would you ever accept a ride at the late hour of 2 A.M.” and my answer for you is that I have before and the person who did was quite nice.
So I’m on my way home from work where I had stayed late going over patients charts, and as I’m passing an intersection this Hispanic man In a Jeep Liberty offers me a ride in VERY broken English. I told him where I was going and he said it was fine. So I went ahead and got in the car.
No joke, not two seconds after I get in the car he starts asking me about my personal life. But not just the normal questions, where are you from, where were you coming from tonight. He starts asking those basic conversation starters as well, but then he asks personal ones too, like do you live with your family. Why the H do you need to know if I live with my family?!
So to start the creepyness out he is doing these strange questions right? Okay. Then he starts asking me about my dating life. Do you have a girlfriend? No I do not currently have a girlfriend. Do you have a boyfriend? No I don’t date boys. Then the whole time he is asking me these he is playing on his phone, but not just playing on it, he is looking for something. At this point we are about half the distance to my house, and I’m starting to think that lying to him and saying we are there wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
So the guy is asking me about dating and if I like boys or girls and then he shows me what it was he was looking for on his phone. PORN!!! He takes his porno and shuvs it into my face basically and I’m like “Whoa, hey I don’t look at that stuff man. It is against my beliefs”. He was a lot let down at this point.
So finally we get to the intersection I told him that I live at. (I didn’t tell him my exact address) and I’m just like “hey yeah here is good.” And he asks if the house we are stopping in front of is mine and I am an idiot who is honest and says no. He basically demands to drop me off at my house so I say “okay, keep going.”
I was not about to let this creepy guy make a skin dress out of me or any of my roommates. So I just directed him a few streets in the wrong direction and told him one of the houses was mine.
At this point I’m thinking that this whole ordeal is over and I don’t have to hold my keys in my hand like I’m going to need to stab this guy at any second. When I get out of the car he asks if he can use the bathroom inside. Sneaky sneaky… I told him the bathroom is under construction right now and isn’t working, thanked him for the ride and started walking to the back of the house that wasn’t mine.
As this creepy man pulled away I watched in the shadows. I stayed at the house for about 15 minutes to see if he was going to pass by again, which thankfully he didn’t. I then walked the three or four blocks to my ACTUAL house and went to bed completely freaked out by the Mexican with the weird sexual deviance.
You had better make it against your religion to get into cars with strange men late in the night.
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