ramanth
03-26-2003, 09:05 AM
So I make a trip to Meijers for essentials yesterday evening and as I'm pulling out of the parking space I hear the sickening... thump, thump....
I pull back into the parking space and sure enough I have a flat tire. :( :mad:
So I set to work getting out my spare and jacking the car up. I suddenly hear a voice, "Need some help?" The question comes from a guy with two kids in the car. I concurred that I could use some help jacking the car up and getting the bolts off the tire.
So here's how the conversation went from there.
Strange Guy: Someone slash your tires?
Kim: Uhhhh... no, I'm pretty sure I just picked up a nail or hit some glass.
SG: You sure? *pause* I'm just suspicious by nature.
Kim: uhh yeah. Thanks for offering to help.
SG: No problem. Are you married?
Kim: No. (I know I should of said yes, but I'm too nice and I don't lie. I answer thruthfully quite promptly...anyway...)
SG: Oh, I thought maybe your husband might be on his way to help you. You live around here?
Kim: Williamston.
SG: Don't they have grocery stores in Williamston.
Kim: *feeling a bit defensive at this point* Yes, but I prefer Meijers.
At this point a cart retreiver who works at Meijer's stops and asks if everything is okay. I say yes.
SG: Are you in school?
Kim: Graduated from college, working full time at Cooley.
SG: Law degree?
Kim: No, computers.
SG: Good field to be in. You do web stuff?
Kim: Yep.
He gets the tire off and checks it.
SG: hmmmm... you sure no one is mad at you?
Kim: It's not slashed.
SG: Anyone at home worried about where you are?
Kim: Uh...Just a hungry dog and cat.
SG: Oh! Better than kids. (one of the boys from the car yells, "I heard that!") What kind of dog? What's it's name?
Kim: Kia. She's a husky mix.
SG: What is she mixed with?
Kim: Australian Cattle Dog. *gives me a confused look* Blue Heeler. *still confused* It's a herding breed.
SG: Oh, she sounds very pretty.
Kim: She is.
SG: My sister has a Newfoundland. Very nice dogs but lots of hair.
Kim: That's what I hear.
SG: And the cat?
Kim: She's a calico.
SG: What's a calico? Does she have stripes?
Kim: No, tabby's have stripes. Calico's have patches of black, orange and white.
SG: How do you know it's a calico?
Kim: *a bit perturbed* Because it is.
SG: Do you know of any good retaurants around here? It's getting late and I don't want to cook for the kids.
Kim: There is a Bennigan's at the corner, MacDonalds, Burger King, Taco Bell, and Mongolian BBQ across the street, and Denny's about two miles West of here.
SG: Lots of choices, thanks.
I nod.
He finishes putting the spare on and stands.
I thank him and get into my car while he gets in his.
He then pulls his car around and rolls down the window, I do the same.
SG: Would you mind going out with me sometime?
Kim: I'm sorry but I'm seeing someone.
SG: Oh... I just had to ask.
And he drives away.
I drove around just to make sure he didn't follow me home.
I pull back into the parking space and sure enough I have a flat tire. :( :mad:
So I set to work getting out my spare and jacking the car up. I suddenly hear a voice, "Need some help?" The question comes from a guy with two kids in the car. I concurred that I could use some help jacking the car up and getting the bolts off the tire.
So here's how the conversation went from there.
Strange Guy: Someone slash your tires?
Kim: Uhhhh... no, I'm pretty sure I just picked up a nail or hit some glass.
SG: You sure? *pause* I'm just suspicious by nature.
Kim: uhh yeah. Thanks for offering to help.
SG: No problem. Are you married?
Kim: No. (I know I should of said yes, but I'm too nice and I don't lie. I answer thruthfully quite promptly...anyway...)
SG: Oh, I thought maybe your husband might be on his way to help you. You live around here?
Kim: Williamston.
SG: Don't they have grocery stores in Williamston.
Kim: *feeling a bit defensive at this point* Yes, but I prefer Meijers.
At this point a cart retreiver who works at Meijer's stops and asks if everything is okay. I say yes.
SG: Are you in school?
Kim: Graduated from college, working full time at Cooley.
SG: Law degree?
Kim: No, computers.
SG: Good field to be in. You do web stuff?
Kim: Yep.
He gets the tire off and checks it.
SG: hmmmm... you sure no one is mad at you?
Kim: It's not slashed.
SG: Anyone at home worried about where you are?
Kim: Uh...Just a hungry dog and cat.
SG: Oh! Better than kids. (one of the boys from the car yells, "I heard that!") What kind of dog? What's it's name?
Kim: Kia. She's a husky mix.
SG: What is she mixed with?
Kim: Australian Cattle Dog. *gives me a confused look* Blue Heeler. *still confused* It's a herding breed.
SG: Oh, she sounds very pretty.
Kim: She is.
SG: My sister has a Newfoundland. Very nice dogs but lots of hair.
Kim: That's what I hear.
SG: And the cat?
Kim: She's a calico.
SG: What's a calico? Does she have stripes?
Kim: No, tabby's have stripes. Calico's have patches of black, orange and white.
SG: How do you know it's a calico?
Kim: *a bit perturbed* Because it is.
SG: Do you know of any good retaurants around here? It's getting late and I don't want to cook for the kids.
Kim: There is a Bennigan's at the corner, MacDonalds, Burger King, Taco Bell, and Mongolian BBQ across the street, and Denny's about two miles West of here.
SG: Lots of choices, thanks.
I nod.
He finishes putting the spare on and stands.
I thank him and get into my car while he gets in his.
He then pulls his car around and rolls down the window, I do the same.
SG: Would you mind going out with me sometime?
Kim: I'm sorry but I'm seeing someone.
SG: Oh... I just had to ask.
And he drives away.
I drove around just to make sure he didn't follow me home.