Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Do You Need Some Rims?

Early this evening I stopped for gas. I was on E and the already rising prices are only going to get higher this holiday weekend. I know, this story is seriously boring so far. I too thought it was just going to be a few minutes of nothingness at the gas station. But as I am about finished, this questionable looking character comes up to me. Asks me how I am doing and if my car is a 2002.

Now, let me also explain that while I am perfectly pleased with my vehicle, it is not at all fancy. It's a normal, mid-priced sedan. After more than six years, is worth very little. Not to mention all the dents and dings that I quit getting fixed when I lived in DC. OK, so it's just your regular four door car. It runs well and has a CD player and gets me from point A to point B and that's pretty much all I have to say on the matter. I am not a car person.

OK, so sketch guy is asking me about my car. I sort of mumble something, twist tight the gas cap, and walk towards my door. It's broad daylight and lots of people were around, but it was just uncomfortable for whatever reason. And I am a firm believer in "better to be rude than dead on the side of the road." Call me what you want, but I was just not getting the "go ahead and chat it up about your car (a topic I know nothing about) with this man." And I am the chattiest person ever, so I try to go with my gut. So then, sketch goes into his story. He has the same car. Super. Did I mention I am not a car person? This is like telling me you have the same lawn mower or trash can or green garden hose or remote control or other unimportant (in my life- mine- not saying it cannot be important in yours- but we are talking about me here) manly item. So I gave a kind "oh, fun" sort of answer and opened the door. He then keeps talking and starts telling me how he has extra parts and asks if I need spare rims or doors. I just said no thanks, got in my unfancy car and drove home. But....um....I have four doors. No need for an extra. But thanks for asking. And rims? Those go on your tires, right? On fancy cars and stuff, right? Yeah, my regular girl car does not need fancy wheel gadgets. I cannot even tell you the last year my car visited a car wash.

So much for a quick and boring trip to Stewarts for gas! But if you are looking for spare rims or doors, I can hook you up!

4 comments:

Kristin said...

I have been lurking for a while, but this is the first time I've left a comment. I'm from the Capital District, but I've lived in DC for about 10 years now...and I still will NOT go to Stewart's for gas when I'm home! There are always random...and often weird!...people milling around! Thanks for the upstate stories!

Pink Pearls & Muddy Sneakers said...

hahah - that is SO something that would happen to me! AND I am a firm believer in "better rude than dead on the side of the road!"

Kate said...

Definitely agree with the 'rude rather then dead' I feel like instincts should be followed, especially for girls, when dealing with strange men rather then our social training... better to be rude to a nice person then nice to a bad person....

Chloe said...

what a strange story! I'd probably pepper spray any stranger that talks to me. although, I do feel a special connection to people who drive the same car as me, and when I can, I always park next to other volvos in the grocery store parking lot. I'm a dork!

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