I had a 19 year old who ran away from his suburban home in new Nikes ask me for bus fare last night at the local ARCO gas station. I looked at my busted car, and back at him, and said to him straight in the eye, “You probably have a lot more money than I do,” and continued pumping my gas. He looked at my busted car, missing a license plate and smiled.
He moved closer. I looked up. “Well can you slide me your number?”
Where am I to slide something? I'm not sliding anything on any bacteria infested surface. I ask him how old he is, and he replies, “19."
I ask him if he likes older women, if he can handle them. He nods.
He moves closer, as I see a shiny new ipod stuffed in his pocket. He then confesses, the girl he’s with is around the corner, and he has to use my cell phone to call another girl who he told to meet him at the ARCO gas station, not to. He doesn’t want to be “caught.” Two ladies meet up at the ARCO for one guy. It's bound to get good. I am tempted to stick around and see what these lassies are all about.
You deserve to be caught, I said. And you’re also a whore.
He looks like someone just killed his dog, and asks me if he can pay me a dollar to use my phone. I contemplate, thinking this could be a money making opportunity, and the irony he is now offering me money. I came to, and told him again to stop whoring around. And go back to his mother. She is starting to worry.
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