sure thing, Mr. Serial Killer!
There is a gas station a block and a half away from my house. I walked down there today to get gas for the mower.
In the alley an older guy in a huge, black pick-up truck stops and asks me if I'm headed to Nick's to get gas.
Um, CARRYING A GAS CAN, so YEAH.
Then he says in his nicest voice, "Hop on in, I'm headed that way!"
Yeah. It's a block away. I don't know you. I live in a city of a million people and it's 2005. Sure, Mr. Complete Stranger Who May Be a Serial Killer! I'll jump right into your big-ass pick-up truck and entrust my safety to you.
Not. Likely.
In the alley an older guy in a huge, black pick-up truck stops and asks me if I'm headed to Nick's to get gas.
Um, CARRYING A GAS CAN, so YEAH.
Then he says in his nicest voice, "Hop on in, I'm headed that way!"
Yeah. It's a block away. I don't know you. I live in a city of a million people and it's 2005. Sure, Mr. Complete Stranger Who May Be a Serial Killer! I'll jump right into your big-ass pick-up truck and entrust my safety to you.
Not. Likely.
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