I only saw him coming across the street because I had to go out to my car and raid the stash of change. The 7-11 card machine said 'fuck you' to my debit card, and I couldn't find my cash this morning, so I had to do something else.
I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, but didn't think anything of it. I went back inside, paid for my stuff, and came back outside...and there he was.
I rode the bus out here for a long time, long enough to know that face, that look, someone who wants something and is going to ask you for it come hell or high water. I was expecting that he'd ask for money, which I could honestly say I had none of, but instead...
"Excuse me, ma'am. Can I have a ride, please? I'll pay for gas..."
Yeah.
"Ah...no. Sorry. I'm on my way to work, I have to be there in five minutes," I said, and it was hard not to keep the laughter out of my voice. I mean, really. It's almost five in the morning, the only light from anywhere nearby is the 7-11 store front, what would make someone even *consider* that a sane person would agree to something like that?
Consider my good deed for the day not yet completed, I guess.
Posted by Liz at May 24, 2004 06:16 AM