There was a bit of a dry spell for a while there, but have no fear. Sketchy come back!
Driving home this evening, my car started having difficultly getting up the mountain which live on.
(Probably because there was no gas in it). So, I started having to ration the amount of gas left, since I didn't have enough to get to the gas station. And I was slowly crawling up the hill, and my window was down, and a strange voice fills my car from the open window,
"Wow, I'm walking faster than you are driving", it was some punk kid who is trespassing. (Sounds like someone had a death wish.)
I continued and a rabbit jogged casually next to my car.
I drove still, and spotted a small child dying from starvation passing my car. (Now that's a stretch, but as you can imagine, I was really slow).
Finally, I crawled into the driveway, and about 100 yards from my house and my car shudders to a stop and dies. What excellent timing, one might think.
Not for this girl. In my life, good timing does not exist.
So I begin to walk toward my house and look in the shed for a gas can, and I hear someone behind me, and my neighbor is holding a gas can and says,
"Looking for this."
"Yes..."
"I thought you had run out of gas"
"Oh.."
"Here, I'll help"
He then proceeds to fill up my car as I stand by awkwardly. Then I awkwardly thank him, and drive the rest of the way home.
Thanks, relatively creepy good Samaritan.
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