What is the concept of not getting a bus at night? And even if you do, it’s not safe, especially for us, women. The heck!
And hence my never endless tail of waiting at the bus stop continued while I envied all those who had cars, remembering the day I had one too, but had to sell it off to pay off my mother’s debts.
Usually, at times like this, I would just book an uber but my home was quite far, and either all the rides were canceled or they asked for a shit ton of money.
Right on the verge of crying, I heard a car pull its brakes. I looked up to see a good-looking gentleman putting his passenger seat window down and staring at me.
“Need a ride?”
“No, thank you”
And I looked away, don’t need to tell me how dangerous this can be.
“You’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half”
“Stalker”
“Sure call me that but my office is right across the street and I get a pretty good view of here from there”