Day 3...

What should I have done?

Gotta tell you about my Monday evening!

So I get home from work, right at 4:30.  Don't have a million things to do, but the 3 or 4 I had to do I wanted to do, ya know?  So I get out of the car, and I hear this strange noise.  WTF?  I'm trying to orient the direction, ears playing tricks on me, eyes trying to focus...I hear it again, like a whimper almost, now I'm realizing definitely human made.  "Help me" I hear, coming from towards the house.  I'm squinting, what the heck, who the heck where the heck am I looking.  "...unintelligible whimpering... help me.......whimper".  It's on my front porch.  Here's this ROUGH looking woman.  I mean, on her best day, she'd be really rough, and instead she's having a rough day.  One of those people that look probably 20 years older than they really are.  What was throwing my sight off, she had on a bright yellow, like raincoat/safety yellow almost, coat, and she had her head hung so low, I couldn't make out it was a person at first.  So I go up there and ask what's up.  Complete stranger, crying, "help me", took forever to get her to say anything else.  I was thinking must truly be retarded, couldn't communicate.  I said a little firmly, I'll help you but you have to tell me what you need!  Apparently, she has a friend down the road from me, the friend convinced her to come over for the super bowl.  The friend "ran out on her" and she was stuck here.  She had been walking, and fell hard on the ice and mud.

From there she kind of snapped into reality.  I need a ride she says.  OK, where to?  I don't know she says.  LOL, well, in order to give you a ride somewhere, I need to know where you want to go. Over and over, “can you give me a ride?”  WHERE TO?!  “Town X” Drug, she says, which is about 10 miles north.  OK, let me tell the wife where I'm going, put my lunch and thermos away, get a bit organized, and I'll be right back.

We get in the car and take off. Quiet at first, but I ask a few questions, she just keeps saying I need help, tell her I'm going to help, she'll be OK.  So she began to relax and calm down a bit, then she started talking.  And of course telling me her life story.  And OH MY, what a story! HAHA

We get about 4 or 5 miles, and she says she lives in “Town Y”.  I said, if you live in “Town Y”, why don't I take you to “Town Y” instead of “Town X” Drug?  You'd do that for me?!(cries)  Well, do you have a way to get home if I drop you off in “Town X”?  No.  Well it doesn't seem right to drop you off there then.  All I did is get you to be from being stuck in one place to stuck in another.  I'll just take you to “Town Y”.  She tears up and cries harder, you'd do that for me?  I say, I got a full tank of gas, nothing better to do, I'm in it for the duration, yes I'll take you to  “Town Y”.

Some highlights of her life story:  She grew up on an Air Base in Mississippi.  Her mother was gorgeous, and crazy, and awesome.  One time they got pulled over for speeding on the Air Base.  Mother flirts so hard with the officer, he eventually relents to her invitation for a cup of coffee after duty, they meet at the Waffle House, and they end up having sex.  She told her mom, I don't think you're teaching my right!  Then she says, “I got pulled over, it didn't work for me.  But then again, my mom was GORGEOUS.”  I'm pretty sure that was an invitation for me to say she was good looking too, but I didn't fall for it!

Right about now, we’re nearing “Town X”, she says, “Can you stop at the store, I need some things?”  Sure.  She gets out, looks in, “you’re not going to leave me here are you?”  Nope.  “You promise?”  Yep, I promise.  “You’re so nice…..”  She comes back with some Four Loco and a bag of cookies.  I didn’t even know what Four Loco was at the time, I thought it was probably an energy drink.  “You mind if I drink this?”  Sure go ahead.  “You want a sip?”  No thanks.  “Come on, take a sip, it’s really good.  I’ll even give you the first sip.”  And she opens it and hands it to me.  OK, I’ll take a sip.  Yep, alcohol.  “Gooooood ain’t it?”  Me, oof, no not really!  “Aww, that’s my go to juice!” she says.

 Now the life story begins again.  She got pregnant at age 14.  It was the night she lost her virginity.  It was with her first cousin.  It was also his first time.  In a car.  And her brother was there, cheering them on!  I didn't know what I was doing she says......”We didn't want to have a kid, we just wanted to f**k! I have a son.”  (This is where the word couson comes from!)

 She's married.  Madly in love with her husband, but he's in El Paso.  She misses him.....but they can never be together.  They are too different, in different places.  But they're madly in love.

Finally got to her house, well, her second-cousin-son's house, she gets out of the car, bends down to look in, "I love you!"  and blows me a kiss.