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[riskllama]

Long long ago, I had two somewhat similar things to Saxi's story happen without power windows.

One was a young lady not particularly ugly or attractive, she asked for a ride "only a couple of blocks." seeming very desperate. Being kind and galacticly naive I said ok, she gets in the car and then starts weaving a tale about needing some money for rent. If she didn't get the money she would be kicked out and didn't know what to do. Would I maybe be able to help her out, maybe give her some money in exchange for a blow job? Now I know what's up and I'm shocked because of the naive thing skidding to a partial halt. I explain, I was parking there to go to work and did not have time. I also only had less than twenty bucks on me but I did not mind giving her the money I had to put toward her rent. I guess no one had ever been kind before because she was baffled that anyone could possibly part with more than a dollar or two for no reason other than wanting to help someone in need. As she left she kept saying, "This is so weird, I don't get it."

The second was an older lady not very pleasant looking. Waved for me to stop as I was leaving our equivalent to a fair ground. I stopped, being a street with little traffic I did not even bother to pull over. She ran to the window and spoke in a tone she hoped would be farmiliar. "Hey, how's it going? Remember me? It's Lucy! I'm real hung over, could you take me to the liquor store? We could party, I'll give you a blowjob." No thanks. "Oh please? I'm really hung over I need a drink.." No, I have to go. I drove away.

I had a similar thing happen on a country road at night in the Osoyoos except it was a drunk Indian (First Nations) who wanted a ride to the next town
Was literally in f*ck nowhere, no idea where he came from but he also tried to crawl into my window and I was able to roll it up in time. He retreated, though, and didn't get stuck in it like the hooker. I yelled "this isn't a taxi, buster!" and sped off. I thought about calling the RCMP but figured they probably get a lot of reports from out of towners about drunk Indians so decided not to.

what were doing in the middle of the canadian desert, saxi?

[saxitoxin]

Long long ago, I had two somewhat similar things to Saxi's story happen without power windows.

One was a young lady not particularly ugly or attractive, she asked for a ride "only a couple of blocks." seeming very desperate. Being kind and galacticly naive I said ok, she gets in the car and then starts weaving a tale about needing some money for rent. If she didn't get the money she would be kicked out and didn't know what to do. Would I maybe be able to help her out, maybe give her some money in exchange for a blow job? Now I know what's up and I'm shocked because of the naive thing skidding to a partial halt. I explain, I was parking there to go to work and did not have time. I also only had less than twenty bucks on me but I did not mind giving her the money I had to put toward her rent. I guess no one had ever been kind before because she was baffled that anyone could possibly part with more than a dollar or two for no reason other than wanting to help someone in need. As she left she kept saying, "This is so weird, I don't get it."

The second was an older lady not very pleasant looking. Waved for me to stop as I was leaving our equivalent to a fair ground. I stopped, being a street with little traffic I did not even bother to pull over. She ran to the window and spoke in a tone she hoped would be farmiliar. "Hey, how's it going? Remember me? It's Lucy! I'm real hung over, could you take me to the liquor store? We could party, I'll give you a blowjob." No thanks. "Oh please? I'm really hung over I need a drink.." No, I have to go. I drove away.

I had a similar thing happen on a country road at night in the Osoyoos except it was a drunk Indian (First Nations) who wanted a ride to the next town
Was literally in f*ck nowhere, no idea where he came from but he also tried to crawl into my window and I was able to roll it up in time. He retreated, though, and didn't get stuck in it like the hooker. I yelled "this isn't a taxi, buster!" and sped off. I thought about calling the RCMP but figured they probably get a lot of reports from out of towners about drunk Indians so decided not to.

what were doing in the middle of the canadian desert, saxi?

holiday, i like it there ... i like all desert and tundra

[riskllama]

Long long ago, I had two somewhat similar things to Saxi's story happen without power windows.

One was a young lady not particularly ugly or attractive, she asked for a ride "only a couple of blocks." seeming very desperate. Being kind and galacticly naive I said ok, she gets in the car and then starts weaving a tale about needing some money for rent. If she didn't get the money she would be kicked out and didn't know what to do. Would I maybe be able to help her out, maybe give her some money in exchange for a blow job? Now I know what's up and I'm shocked because of the naive thing skidding to a partial halt. I explain, I was parking there to go to work and did not have time. I also only had less than twenty bucks on me but I did not mind giving her the money I had to put toward her rent. I guess no one had ever been kind before because she was baffled that anyone could possibly part with more than a dollar or two for no reason other than wanting to help someone in need. As she left she kept saying, "This is so weird, I don't get it."

The second was an older lady not very pleasant looking. Waved for me to stop as I was leaving our equivalent to a fair ground. I stopped, being a street with little traffic I did not even bother to pull over. She ran to the window and spoke in a tone she hoped would be farmiliar. "Hey, how's it going? Remember me? It's Lucy! I'm real hung over, could you take me to the liquor store? We could party, I'll give you a blowjob." No thanks. "Oh please? I'm really hung over I need a drink.." No, I have to go. I drove away.

I had a similar thing happen on a country road at night in the Osoyoos except it was a drunk Indian (First Nations) who wanted a ride to the next town
Was literally in f*ck nowhere, no idea where he came from but he also tried to crawl into my window and I was able to roll it up in time. He retreated, though, and didn't get stuck in it like the hooker. I yelled "this isn't a taxi, buster!" and sped off. I thought about calling the RCMP but figured they probably get a lot of reports from out of towners about drunk Indians so decided not to.

what were doing in the middle of the canadian desert, saxi?

holiday, i like it there ... i like all desert and tundra

yes, but surely you have much easier access to better deserts much closer to home, no? bigger ones, too. ours is rather smallish...

[notyou2]

Saxi's girlfriend is from Alberta. He posted her driver's licence on here once.

[2dimes]

Should have took the blow job Saxi. Just because I'm a prude...

How about the ice fields, been there?