Sunday, December 09, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings #19

I say ... and you think ... ?

  1. Master:: Masters Golf Tournament
  2. Tour :: Guide
  3. Input :: Download
  4. Downtown :: The Loop
  5. Pricey :: Expensive
  6. Acceptable :: Decent
  7. Terrace :: Balcony
  8. Sunday :: "Driving slow on Sunday morning, and I never want to leave." Maroon 5
  9. Payoff :: Lottery
  10. Jack and Jill :: went up the hill …
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Yesterday I met Mr. Stranger Danger

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.