It's good to be home, even after two days.
I got hit on at the rest stop outside of Waxahachie on my way home from Dallas today. The pretext was that my tires were dangerously low and maybe I needed some help. The guy actually kicked them to demonstrate.
I knew he was full of shit because I had checked them before I left, so I said thanks so much, but I was sure I'd be fine. Then he called me sweetie, asked where I was going, how old I was, and did I have a boyfriend...aw, damn, wish I'd met you first, is it a serious relationship? How old did you say you were again?
I let this go on longer than it should have because I didn't want to be nasty, but Jesus Christ. Who are these people who hit on women everywhere they go, in any situation? Do they think they can't win if they don't play? Do they figure that if they bug 1,000 women one will eventually say, "Well, I suppose on account of your being so concerned about my tires I could let you take me standing up in a restroom stall. But only if you buy me a Sprite from the vending machine first, ok, mister? I get awfully parched when I fuck creepy strangers"? Maybe somebody did once, and that's why women everywhere get harrassed at smelly rest stops at three in the afternoon.
I'm not trying to say tee-hee, I'm so fine I get propositioned everywhere I go. I'm trying to say I was dressed like a schlub, had oily skin, and was stopping to take a piss, and this still happened. I'm trying to say that some guys are indiscriminate bozos.
Below are the visual aids I promised yesterday. I don't know what they're supposed to be aiding, but I hope you like them all the same.