With transit cuts in the Chicagoland area (with more to come in the new year, but that's another post for another time), I had to take a different route to get to the hair salon. I changed buses in a neighborhood I've never been in before. A guy in a junker pulled up behind me, rolled down the window, and called out to me, offering me a ride. Fortunately I was wearing my iPod, so I could stubbornly insist I didn't hear him.
I'm pretty short (5'2) and was wearing a bulky winter coat with a hood, so it's possible that I looked younger than my newly-advanced years. This thought makes me angry. Why was this grown man offering to drive me … somewhere … anywhere? He couldn't possibly know where I was going. This pisses me off. He was taking advantage of the cold, cloudy weather and my assumed naivete.
Merry Christmas.
I wish I'd made a note of his plate.
