Monday, December 13, 2004

Strangers in the afternoon at the Citgo

So I've got some time off on Friday. Good day to do a bit o' shopping while others are slaving away in their offices. I stop at a nearby gas station (Citgo), which is rather small. It's tucked into a corner of land and has, oh, maybe four pumps total.

I'm wearing a cute pair of jeans, cute shoes, and a decent amount of makeup (read: highlighting the eyes), but my hair was atrocious and up in a ponytail. At this point, flyin' in the cool, breezy December middle TN air.

A pickup truck pulls up behind me. To wait for me to finish, of course. I shake my head and keep on with my task.

One of the guys in the truck gets out. Mistake #1: I turned around. Mistake #2: I smiled.

Hey, it's Christmas time, I'm a Southern gal in the South, and it's just a nice thing to do.

The guy utters, "Gas station's really busy right now," or something similar.

"Yeah, I guess," I reply. *Maybe he won't speak again* I think...and PRAY.

Then the dreaded occurs. "You got a boyfriend?" came the voice next to the pickup truck.

I'm thrown off guard. *What does he want?* After what seems like an eternity, I respond (balancing sweetness and firmness as well as I can), "Well, I guess that's for me to know and for you to keep wondering about." Eek...how would he take it? Can I jump into my car fast enough? Does he have a shot gun? How loud can I scream?

"I was just tryin' to pay you a compliment, ma'am," explains Mr. Pickup.

*Oh* I think, *I guess he's not gonna abduct me or ask for my number.*

"Thank you." A Southron gal has to be nice.

"Whoever he is, he's a lucky man," says Mr. Pickup with a grin.

Stunned again, I get in my car and dazedly make my way off the property.

So.....Mr. Man, whoever you are, wherever you are, you will someday be a very lucky gentleman, according to Mr. Blue Pickup. I just hope you can wait till then.

2 comments:

Nate said...

Pretty rude Elena. I've been known to randomly compliment a cute annonymous chick.

damn... why do you chicks have to be so defensive?

If you're that paranoid carry a gun.

Elena said...

Actually, I said it in a sweet, nice tone. So I wasn't as rude as you think.

And the guy was leering...I didn't know if he was tryin' to pick me up or was just inquiring out of sheer curiosity. If he wanted to give me a compliment, he could have just said, "Ma'am, you look mighty nice today and you seem like a nice, friendly person. Whoever your husband or boyfriend is, I think he's a lucky guy." I dunno. Maybe I've been around shy men for too long.

But you're right about our being too defensive... We need to stay confident and learn to trust people a little more...not live in fear. Yep, something to learn for 2005!