The other day during my lunch hour I walked to Whole Foods to pick up some fruit. It was perfect because I'd wanted to get a little exercise (about 40 minutes there and back from the office), enjoy the beautiful weather we've been having, and I've had it up to here (points really high) with the crappy produce from HEB. Whole Foods it was.
I bought my fruit and headed back to the office. I was almost back, and trekking up a really giant hill (the one behind Faulk library, you know what I'm talking about) when I heard a car rev its engine. I was thinking, "Whats your problem, pal, I'm not in your way." I looked over and saw a young-ish guy in a black Ford Mustang. He rolled his window down and said, "Hey, do you want a ride?" My immediate response was, "No!" And I don't want any candy! And I won't help you find your lost puppy! The reaction was more along the lines of "Stranger Danger!" than, "Yeahhh, this guy is hitting on me." Only after he said, "I hate to see a pretty girl walking" did I realize that he was just trying to bust a move. I told him that I'd rather walk and thanked him for the offer. As he was driving away, I realized that this proved, despite all my hard work and adult decision-making, I am still in large part a child who is afraid of strangers.