I had awoken to the bustling noise going by on the cold concrete floor outside of the Tacoma's small Am'track branch office. I had arrived there too late the night before and the ticket office was closed until the following morning so I had to sleep outside under a cart. I woke up, crawled out from underneath that lil trolley baggage cart. I remember I received some reaction, shocked expressions from those who witnessed me crawl out from my space. I soon realized I didn't have enough money for a train ticket back and thought about sneaking onto the train but didn't even try. I left pretty quickly thereafter pissed off, hungry, tired, and still sober. I was now only a ten min bus ride away where the closest truck stop was. I was at a bus stop and I wasn't even trying to hitchhike at this leg of my journey. I was going to take a cheap city bus there but then this little car halts to a stop next to where I was sitting on a bench, rolled his window down, thick pipe tobacco smoked billowed out revealing this pudgy lil' old man.
"U want a ride young man," he asked.
"Yea sure," I replied and then added gratitude as I hopped in. "Thanks sir."
"Where you headed?"
"If you could drop me at this truck stop I heard about in Tacoma I'd appreciate it. You know where it's at?"
"Yea-yea no problem," he assured me and then we were both interrupted by a good three mins of peaceful silence. I gazed out towards the stunningly beautiful snowcapped mountains that blanketed the terrain bordering the town. I let my imagination wander far... real far, but then the conversation rendered as the old dude started asking me all sorts of questions, and they just got weirder as he continued on. This encounter made me realize that there was some sick freaks out there. His questions started off basic and harmless.
"Im Eugene, or just Gene, whats your name young man"
"Isaac."
"Laughter... ha," laughing at himself because he knew thats what Isaac meant.
"Okay, funny, yea, you're right about that."
"So Isaac where you from?"
"TX... Im from D/FW..." and then he got perverted on me.
"So you got a girlfriend back home," the way he asked I could feel the awkward tension that was coming to slap me across the face.
"No..., uh no I don't.... " I replied.
"Boyfriend?"
"No sir," geez what the fuck was wrong with this guy? "Just drop me right her please," and he did without hassling me further. Thank god he didn't have a damn gun or else he would've made me his bitch. I look back and can laugh at stupid shit like that but it did teach me to be more wary of people and to avoid these situations. I knew as I initially climbed into his car that I could easily take him if he did tried to rob me or something. I really had never been spoken to like that before by an old man. It has to be one of the creepiest instances I would encounter.
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