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Pulling out of Taco Hell the other night, a stumbling drunk blonde staggers across the driveway in front of my truck. Before I could check traffic and pull out, she crossed to my passenger side door and pulled it open like she was going to climb in.
I told her no like I was commanding the dog and she pulled up short. Gave me a look I guess used to be endearing at some time and said I'm hungry. I said "I'm sorry."
She stared at me in confusion for probably 30 seconds while I tried to decide if I needed to shut off the engine and go around and close the door and if some kind of physical altercation would ensue. Would I wind up in jail because my automatic locks weren't quick enough? Then she closed the door and I peeled out of there.
Very weird people.
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