I was walking home @ 3am towards Koreatown (yeah I know, really bad start to the story already, huh
). Anyways, as I crossed 7th, this guy was wanting to turn left (which would be my right. got it?) So, being the nice guy I am, I stood at the corner and waited for him to turn so that I wouldn't be making him wait whilst I walked across the road. I probably should have motioned for him so he knew what I was doing, but whatever. I was damn tired and it slipped my mind.
So he starts making his left turn, slows down, and stops. Right in front of me. I assume (50% out of naivety, 50% just lying to myself) that he's had to stop to look at a roadmap or something. Then I notice a quiet voice trying to get my attention. I ignore it until I reach the curb at the opposite side of the road. Then i'm like, "Dude, what if he needs directions?" I actually wondered to myself if it was some gangbanger with a gun, wanting to smoke me or something. But I figured if worst came to worst, 1) At least I died trying to help a brother 2) Maybe God will protect me
So, I walk over to his car and say, "You need directions or something?" He's very quiet, doesn't really say much. He's Hispanic, so I thought maybe it was a language barrier. In the few minutes I end up trying to actually get a word out of him (he's mostly just staring at me like I might stare at pretty girls), he says "Where have you been?" "What happened to you?" and something else I can't remember. Things that really make absolutely no sense considering I don't know this guy, and it's not like I was bleeding or something.
I repeatedly ask if there's something he needs help with, trying to convince myself that maybe he really does want directions or something, but maybe is just too stoned or drunk to communicate effectively. lol
I noticed throughout his silence-trying-to-pass-as-conversation, he kept nodding in this wierd way. Near the end of my patience, instead of nodding he actually pointed into his car.
At this point, my What? meter maxxed out. A guy I don't know, who i've been honestly trying to help because he stopped in front of me, wants me to get in his car, after conducting the WIERDEST conversation (if you can even call it that) of my life.
I don't think so.
I said "Take care" and told him I was sorry but I couldn't get in the car with someone I don't know. (duh! geez)
The possibilities of what this guy wanted from me, or thought I was doing on the corner, are disturbing at best
.
So he starts making his left turn, slows down, and stops. Right in front of me. I assume (50% out of naivety, 50% just lying to myself) that he's had to stop to look at a roadmap or something. Then I notice a quiet voice trying to get my attention. I ignore it until I reach the curb at the opposite side of the road. Then i'm like, "Dude, what if he needs directions?" I actually wondered to myself if it was some gangbanger with a gun, wanting to smoke me or something. But I figured if worst came to worst, 1) At least I died trying to help a brother 2) Maybe God will protect me
So, I walk over to his car and say, "You need directions or something?" He's very quiet, doesn't really say much. He's Hispanic, so I thought maybe it was a language barrier. In the few minutes I end up trying to actually get a word out of him (he's mostly just staring at me like I might stare at pretty girls), he says "Where have you been?" "What happened to you?" and something else I can't remember. Things that really make absolutely no sense considering I don't know this guy, and it's not like I was bleeding or something.
I repeatedly ask if there's something he needs help with, trying to convince myself that maybe he really does want directions or something, but maybe is just too stoned or drunk to communicate effectively. lol
I noticed throughout his silence-trying-to-pass-as-conversation, he kept nodding in this wierd way. Near the end of my patience, instead of nodding he actually pointed into his car.
At this point, my What? meter maxxed out. A guy I don't know, who i've been honestly trying to help because he stopped in front of me, wants me to get in his car, after conducting the WIERDEST conversation (if you can even call it that) of my life.
I don't think so.
I said "Take care" and told him I was sorry but I couldn't get in the car with someone I don't know. (duh! geez)
The possibilities of what this guy wanted from me, or thought I was doing on the corner, are disturbing at best
.
