Thursday, November 4, 2010

Good Times...

One winter morning, I was walking from the train station to work, a good 15 minute hike, when I thought I spotted a co-wowoker from my office pulling out of the local Wawa parking lot...The driver, a rather robust woman, paused at the exit, and was waiving to me... I assumed that she was offering to give me a lift the rest of the way to the office.


Offers of transportation, both welcomed and unwelcomed, depending on who my companion might be, are frequently afforded to me on a weekly basis. As I was late for work, not an uncommon event, carrying a heavy bag, and cold, I was cheered by the prospect of getting to my work all warm and rested...

Without even looking at the driver, I ran around the passenger side of the vehicle, opened the door, thru my bag in and jumped in the seat. The driver looked at me in total fear, started to honk her horn, and yelling that she was being carjacked (talk about over reaction)...

I must have had a deer in the headlights look on my face... I panicked... Started apologising, and explaining to a screaming woman that I thought she was a co-worker... I grabbed my bag...Got outta the car at the speed of light, and jogged at a lively pace up the street...

For the next five blocks, I kept looking behind me for an approaching police car... When I got to work, I told my boss about the whole incident, who proceeded to laugh, and tell the whole office of my latest misadventure (My boss is the proverbial 13th Apostle... spreading the word)...


For one whole month, I altered my travel route for fear of seeing that lady.../B-Dawg

2 comments:

  1. We need to put a shock collar on you. That's a pretty amazing tale (tail?) though.

    -MSG

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  2. I would have tazered you're ass.

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