don't be mad OK?!

so i'm driving home from the barn last night. actually i was driving to michelle's house to deliver some things i made for the wedding. i was going a different way home since i was actually going to michelle's house, and it was really dark. i hit a really bad pothole, and immediately i'm pretty sure it popped my tire. i get out of my car, and although it's totally dark in the middle of nowhere it's pretty evident that my tire has seen it's last day. shit!

so the first challenge is getting all the tools out of my car, and figuring out where that rod thing goes into the jack. while i'm trying to do that 3 people come right up next to my car and don't ask to help. f you guys. p.s. my phone is running out of batteries, and my riding teacher who does live close by is definitely going to be on her horse for the next hour i just left her.

here's where you might get mad. so then this guy pulls up right next to me, and offers help. now, i'm super grateful for this man's kindness, but as he gets out of the car, i think to myself that if i ever had a mental picture of someone that wanted to rape and/or murder me it is probably this guy. i really needed my tire fixed, but man, this makes me nerdvous in a big way. (note: i was trying to find a picture to kind of illustrate how creepy this guy was, but i couldn't find one that did him justice. he was a backwoods redneck, cold eyes, missing a front tooth- not a joke, wearing a baseball cap).

don't worry there's more. so dave (the man that offered to help) answers a phone call, and refers to our location but does not mention that he is helping me or what he is doing. probably someone just asked where he was, but i was kind of creeped out. so immediately i started texting people i had a flat tire out by the barn so in case i went missing they could at least find me. eeeeeep. so then he starts picking the tools up from the ground, and he picks up this long metal spear shaped object, which must have been on the road before either of us got there. and he's like what's this for? and i'm like AHHHH OBVIOUSLY YOU BROUGHT THAT TO MURDER ME. but instead i cooly took the spear from him and was like huh, must have been on the road, and i moved it right next to my right hand behind me and far away from him. good work loutoo.

then as he's talking to me i realize i can smell alcohol on his breath. sweet. probably people make good decisions when they're drunk. finally, he says while he's in the middle of fixing the tire, you know i don't mind helping. girls like you don't want to be on the side of the road in the dark at night by themselves. uhhhhhh. thanks mister that's really reassuring that we're both thinking this. i'm pretty sure this is the part in the scary movie where you grab my arm and stuff me into your backseat.

anywho, turns out he put the spare on in no time, said it was his good deed for the month, and drove away. phew. thanks dave!