I have to share two experiences from Val’s visit that have been playing on repeat in my head since she left. The first is funny and the second is scary. Or should we reverse them? Let’s do scary then funny.
Story 1 (the scary one): After our flight Val and I went to pick up a pizza in Steven’s car. Steven took my car to get gas and wasn’t with us.
When we got to the pizza place Val opened her door and a man approached our car stepped in front of the open door. I said, “sorry, we’re not interested” before he even got started on his spiel. Dude, read the room.
But he kept going, saying something like “let me tell you what’s going on” then leaned in more over Val to tell us some story about how he missed his train stop south of where we were and wondered if we were going north or if we were going south could we drop him off.
Val told him no and he went away but loitered outside of the pizza station and it made her super uncomfortable.
It made me ragey that after I told him no, he kept going, then doubled down by leaning in more and making it so Val couldn’t close the door or get away from him. Steven’s car is pretty low to the ground, so this man was kind of towering over Val.
Was I being a bitch? Yes. I wish I would have been bitchier and told him to f*ck off. We were two women, in a not super awesome part of town, being accosted right after arriving somewhere and opening our door. NOT COOL.
Also, we were not going south, we were going north. Also, he had a phone in his hand. Order a freaking Uber, dude. GAH.
And maybe, just maybe, don’t rush up to someone and step into their space right after they open their car door to ask them for something. There was never a chance in hell he was getting in the car, but definitely not after that. UGH.
Story 2 (the funny one): While we were flying with Val around northern Chicagoland, we kept hearing someone on the radio telling air traffic control they were dropping balls. Since we are all children this made us very giggly. Then we researched it later and found out it’s a charity thing – people buy golf balls, then a helicopter drops them off at a golf course, and the one that gets a hole in one or close to it wins. Or something like that.
But, “dropping balls!” Snicker snicker.
