April 01, 2007

Psycho Samaritans

I had to take my dog back on Friday. I was sad. He was sad. Nobody else was real sad…

His breeder lives in Clearwater, Florida. I’d never been to Clearwater, but had heard its virtues spoken of many many times. From traveling there, I would say it appears to be true Florida ‘on the water’ living. That’s not for me.

From Tampa, Clearwater is not attached to the State. You go over a causeway to get there. It’s on those little finger thingies off of Florida that you see when you look at a map… on the Gulf. So it takes FOREVER to get to Clearwater, from Tampa,… or so it seemed. Do you know what I thought as I made my way to BFE?

If those folks get hit by a good Cat 4 or 5… they are frickin’ HIS-TOR-Y. Holy crap. The place is LOOOOOOW. Very low. Water everywhere. As I was crossing the causeway I kept picturing the water rising in the bay. The causeway taking a beating. Meanwhile on the Gulf side it would be rising as well. Good God. A Cat 3 will do some SERIOUS damage, but a 4 or 5… those who don’t evac are goners.

And it’s densely populated.

I came home saying to my husband, “You’d not pay me to live there. Come hurricane season, I don’t even want to frickin’ visit.” It gave me the willies.

Anyway, that’s not the big part of this post. This post is about something that happened real time that scared the ever living crap out of me.

I was tooling down I-60 East on my way home, just doing my thing, 55 mph, deep in thought, when I noticed a big black car pull up next to me, going the same speed as I. Whoever was driving decided they needed my attention. I looked over and there was this BIG guy, white guy, hair cut so close it was nearly shorn, yelling at me! He was pointing and yelling!

It scared the ever livin’ stew out of me. I immediately slowed down so he could pass thinking, “What did I do? Did I cut someone off? Did I miss something while driving?” I could not figure it out.

I stayed way way behind him. Frickin’ psycho. We got to a stop light and I stayed three cars behind him. I made sure I was in the same lane so I’d not end up next to him.

But the next light… he had pulled in behind me. He was right behind me and when the car stopped… he got out of his car.

I was suddenly terrified. I checked to see if my doors were locked. My windows were up. Out of my rear view mirror I could see him walking to my car… he was frickin’ HUGE and wore a black tight t-shirt.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate.

And then… he stopped. He stopped at my gas tank. I watched him… wondering what in the hell he was doing… and he put my gas cap back on and closed my gas tank, smiled, waved at me, and got back in his car.

Evidently when I got gas, I forgot to close my gas tank. He’d been following me to close it up… a Good Samaritan if you will.

And… from his t-shirt, that read “STAFF” on the back, I could tell he worked at a gym. He was big and in very good shape… and was just concerned.

Holy crap. I nearly stroked.

Posted by Boudicca at April 1, 2007 08:09 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I think I would have shit myself if I saw someone walking up to my car like that.

Posted by: Sissy at April 1, 2007 08:17 PM

Yah know... that was the very primal urge I had. Ick.

Posted by: Bou at April 1, 2007 08:22 PM

You are right about the Tampa Bay area and a hurricane..a cat three coming off the gulf or up the bay would do more damage then was done to the New Orleans/ Gulf Port area. I lived in the Tampa area off and on for many years..the last time for 17 years. I had to get out of there..

Posted by: GUYK at April 1, 2007 09:06 PM

LOL I can't imagine anyone doing that. Even here in the midwest where we are supposed to be soooo kind.

Posted by: Jody at April 2, 2007 08:55 AM

See, it's stuff like this that makes guys NOT want to help someone else out. Just because some guys are kind of scary looking it doesn't mean they actually are bad people.

You're story reminds me of the time I got maced because I was trying to tell a lady she had tucked her skirt into her pantyhose.

Posted by: Contagion at April 2, 2007 09:23 AM

Sorry the pup didn't work out. :( And heh - for a minute there I thought it was going to be T1G surprising you!

Posted by: Richmond at April 2, 2007 12:46 PM

Clearwater's not the only low place in the state. There are LOTS of overpopulated low areas where high tides could do some serious damage.
And being far from the coast is no guarantee of safe haven. We've had homes and roads flooded from heavy storm rains in all those neighborhoods built on former swamps.

On the scary guy, I can see it both ways. Robbers have portrayed good samaritans to get victims to stop. But that poor guy probably never had a clue you were scared to death of him.

Posted by: george at April 2, 2007 01:55 PM

What scared me was how he rolled down his window and was SCREAMING at me from his car window and was jabbing his finger towards me. It raised all the bells. He didn't point back at my gas cap, he pointed at MY FACE, like it was ME. And then he zoomed off.

I think he realized how bad he scared me. When he got to my gas cap, he was really friendly when I got a look at his face.

Yeah, good portions of Florida are low. George... there are sections of the gardens that really floods just during a heavy rain. But Clearwater... Tampa... really smacks of low and a lot of water.

Posted by: Bou at April 2, 2007 02:39 PM