A few Februarys ago, I was waiting for the bus to go to class. Of course, since I was on my way to my first class of the day, I was running late. I was waiting at a corner which had two bus stops for two different buses that went to campus, so I usually didn't have to wait for long. Unfortunately, on this particular day, both buses seemed to be running behind schedule. I was already beginning to assume that I was going to end up showing up late for class.
As I was waiting, a car pulls up to the bus stop. It was a newish, nicer looking car. The guy looked very clean-cut. He was wearing a suit and tie, and had a "I just got a haircut" kinda look to him. He asked me if I was going to UWM, and I said yes. I was figuring that he needed directions or something.
Instead, the guy asked me if I wanted a ride to campus. I said "um, sure" without even thinking about the question for more than a second. I was cold, and already running late for class. It wasn't until I was walking up, and getting into the car that I realized, "I'm getting into a stranger's car, because he is telling me that he will give me a ride to class. What if he has sinister intentions? It's a ridiculous scenario, but what if he wants to rape, and/or torture, and/or kill me? That's very unlikely, but how often do I get rides from strangers?" I thought about all of these questions as I climbed into this dude's Ford Fusion. But then I reasoned with myself, ",If anything bad happens- at least he dressed up for it! Because he obviously wanted to look nice as he raped, and/or tortured, and/or killed me." Actually, my thinking was more along the lines of, "How could this guy want to do anything bad to me- he's wearing a nice suit and driving a nice car!" That's pretty stupid of me to think that, because that is the premise of every episode of CSI, Law & Order, and all of those other detective/pervert shows.
As it turns out, the guy was a student, and was dressed up because he was going to a job fair. He was new to Milwaukee, and felt guilty that he would drive to school and pass students who had to wait for the bus in the cold. He always wanted to pick up students to drive them to campus, and I was his first passenger. We talked for a little bit, and any fear I had about the situation went away.
The ride was probably less than five minutes. As we were pulling up to the Student Union building, I remembered the old saying, "There is no such thing as a free ride." That made my brain go back to the illogical panic-mode. I began thinking, "I hope this guy isn't expecting a blowjob from me!" But then I reasoned with myself, "At least he dressed up for it!"
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