What In The World part 1

So...yesterday night, around 11:30 p.m. last night I drove in from Atlanta. Just a run-of-the-mill, regular night. So it seemed.

I pull off the interstate, and Baymeadows Road is still in its indefinite state of repair. The way I normally turn to head home is, of course, blocked off by cones, construction and cops. Just what I want to run into when I've been driving for about six hours, right? Thanks for the friendly welcome, Jacksonville. My car is reeking from the wasteland of old, uneaten junkfood that sat there through my four day weekend off in Atlanta. I can't make my usual left turn into the complex and must drive further down to Southside and make another U-turn. The Better Jacksonville plan is actually the Annoy The Hell Out Of Road Ragers plan. Yeah, Jacksonville is a lot better when it's filled with people that have driven for six hours to get home only to be trapped in a fucking cone labyrinth.

Anyhow--I FINALLY pull up into my apartment and decide that I need to unload all of the junk I have in my car. I pull up next to the dumpster and a white sedan with tinted windows pulls up behind me. Why are they not going around? There's plenty of room? The car pulls up to my passenger side and this lady is mouthing something to me. I can't figure out what she's saying but I assume she was probably upset that I stopped in front of her. I point to my left (the direction of the dumpster) and I try telling her that I didn't mean to stop in front of her and that I am throwing some trash away. I don't think she understood what I said. She rolls down her window and I step out of my car to hear her. Well, that doesn't help because she's blasting some kind of loud rock music, and if I were one to stereotype--I would think that she's didn't really seem like somebody that would listen to music like that, on full blast. My first impression is---she's an angry person, as the rock music on full blast suggests, and she's pissed that I stopped in front of her and she's going to pull out a billy club and beat my car in. Well....

She gets out of her car, slides on her shades and walks over to me. She's about thirty-five, short, brown hair and an accent I can't place. She walks over without talking, at first, pulls her glasses on her head and she's kind of just staring at me with a crooked smile. I asked her if I could help her. I was obviously perplexed as to why she needed to come out of her car and talk to someone at around midnight, next to a dumpster nonetheless. What was it she wanted?

She looks at me and it seems that she almost can't think of anything to say, so she blurts out, "Do you know God?" I told her yes, almost relieved that this was all she wanted to know. A bit forward and fanatical, I thought to be approaching people in such a strange way especially at this time of night. She reached over to shake my hand and she was grinning then said, "then we are brother and sister." I went along with it, and shook her hand. After all, she would finally leave after she found out what she wanted to hear, right? That's what I thought too.


See part 2