Good Samaratin in the S
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Good Samaratin in the S
Her truck was way off in the ditch and I almost didn't see it. It was dark and cold outside so the top was up on the S making it a little harder to see stuff (I rarely drive with the top up).
I saw something reflect on the truck and then saw this woman. She was standing a bit off the road, near where the truck had hit the ditch, which was just around a blind corner.
I stopped and asked if she needed a ride (she was finer then all-hell BTW).
She kinda looked around and then said sure, but she had to get something from her truck.
She wade's thru a bit of tall grass and weeds and comes back with a small backpack and hops in and says thanks for the ride.
I ask where she's heading and it turns out it's just a mile before my place so no big deal on my part....I then ask what's in the back pack, and get this, she says "none of your f**k'n business".
I'm like WHOA...but don't say anything because chicks can get a lil weird sometimes when ya don't know 'em.
We cruise for about 2 miles and I got some Queensryche jamming and I notice she kinda nod'n her head to it...so I'm like...soooooo ya go to college on the hill and she nods YES and I say soooo is that school books in the backpack and she instantly says "none of your f**k'n business" .
Ummmm. OK?! Anyway we get to her road and she jumps out and I pull away fast...I look over to where she was sitting after about a mile of wondering what the f**k her trip was, and I notice that her backpack's still in my ride!!
I saw something reflect on the truck and then saw this woman. She was standing a bit off the road, near where the truck had hit the ditch, which was just around a blind corner.
I stopped and asked if she needed a ride (she was finer then all-hell BTW).
She kinda looked around and then said sure, but she had to get something from her truck.
She wade's thru a bit of tall grass and weeds and comes back with a small backpack and hops in and says thanks for the ride.
I ask where she's heading and it turns out it's just a mile before my place so no big deal on my part....I then ask what's in the back pack, and get this, she says "none of your f**k'n business".
I'm like WHOA...but don't say anything because chicks can get a lil weird sometimes when ya don't know 'em.
We cruise for about 2 miles and I got some Queensryche jamming and I notice she kinda nod'n her head to it...so I'm like...soooooo ya go to college on the hill and she nods YES and I say soooo is that school books in the backpack and she instantly says "none of your f**k'n business" .
Ummmm. OK?! Anyway we get to her road and she jumps out and I pull away fast...I look over to where she was sitting after about a mile of wondering what the f**k her trip was, and I notice that her backpack's still in my ride!!
