Long time, no post. So tonight I walked to the store to pick up some granola for breakfast tomorrow. I live about 2 blocks from the store. As I was returning home, walking down Santa Monica Boulevard, a black Mazda pulled up next to me. I immediately thought to myself to prepare for the coming "how do I get to" question. However, the driver - a middle aged white man- asked if I "wanted a ride." The first time he asked I pretended not to hear, as he spoke softly and I thought he must have been talking to someone else. Like a small kid that was walking behind me (there was no small kid walking behind me). I turned and told him that I did not want a ride. He sped up and continued down the street. I was about a block from home.
Are you kidding me? Who asks a total stranger if they want a ride? It wasnt raining, and I dont think I appeared incapable of handling one loosely filled plastic grocery bag. I felt this guy must have thought I was like 10. I dont think I look this young. I havent been carded in a while.
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