December 21, 2001 :: 1:18 p.m.
the hitchhiker's guide to carlisle
My poor car broke down this morning. I was on the way to the mall to meet my mom, and it kept slowing down... like sputtering out. By the time I was past the school, I was going 25 miles an hour. So I pulled over, locked the doors, stuck something white out the window so people would know I wasn't abandoning my car, and walked to a car dealership across the road to call my mom. I wanted to call her cell phone, but I couldn't remember the number - oops. There wasn't anyone at home, either, so I just started walking.
It is really fucking cold out today. I didn't have to walk the whole way, though, because a nice but kind of creepy Russian-sounding truck driver named Nick gave me a ride to the truck stop near my house. I was freaked out and sure that he was going to rape me or kill me or something, but obviously that didn't happen. I should really give people the benefit of the doubt more often.
Like I said, though, he was creepy. He asked me my name, how old I was, if I had a job, where I went to school, if I had a boyfriend... not outlandish questions, but still. He showed me his bed, and kept telling me that I'm a very nice lady. Weird shit. When we got to the truck stop, he leaned over and said, "What, no kiss for me?" He seriously wanted me to kiss him... I was like, "N-n-n-no." Yeah, I stuttered. He kind of pressed the issue, but I just shook his hand and went on my way.
I've never hitchhiked before. I wasn't trying to today - he just stopped and offered me a ride. I don't know if I'd be inclined to do it again. I think I'm too suspicious and paranoid for that kind of transporation.
When I got home, my dad was here, and we drove back to my car. We were going to try to jump it, but it actually started on its own. What the fuck??? If it was just going to start up again like that, it shouldn't have broken down in the first place. Stupid illogical car. Now I'm afraid to drive it anywhere, despite the fact that it ran fine when I drove it home. I'm going to lunch with Amanda, and she's coming to pick me up because I don't want to drive. We're going to the Middlesex Diner, and you know what that means - mozzerella sticks! *drools* Mmmm, fried fat. They have the best ones ever, too.
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