I picked up a hooker. I think she was a hooker. I'm like 95% sure she was.
So this happened back in January on the first weekend the quarter started. I was making excellent time on my paper route and was literally two blocks from being done when a crying woman approached my car. She told me that she was lost and her phone was dead and asked if I had a charger. I did not, but I let her borrow my phone.
She told me she was from out of town and was visiting her sister who lived nearby, but she wasn't exactly sure of the address. She said they were at a party near [cheap motel I used to work at] and had gotten separated, and that she'd hitched a ride this far but now wasn't sure where to go. She said she was calling her friend because her sister "gets kinda messed up now and then" and hadn't been answering her phone.
So she gets a hold of her friend, and it's this terrible connection, and her friend is giving her weird directions, but I think I can sort of follow them so I let her get in the car and we head off to try and follow the vague directions. Her friend told me to "turn right at the gas station" and we were like, coming from the interstate or going towards the interstate? But her friend was always "just turn right at the gas station." Okay that's helpful....
So as we're driving around trying to follow these lame directions, this crying gal is on my phone telling her friend how they were actually at [cheap motel I used to work at] and how "everything got f**ked up and I think [sister] got arrested and please just tell me how to get to the apartment! I'm with this woman and she has to get back to her job and she's overhearing everything just please tell me where to go!"
And as I'm overhearing about the motel and the cops, I start to realize that her "sister" is probably not biologically related.
Her friend tells us she'll text us the address because we end up hella lost trying to follow her stupid directions. The gal tells me the name of the apartment complex is "Village-something" and after some quick Googling I find a "Something-Village" that is in the general neighborhood so we head there. Along the way the gal tells me how her dad died a few months prior and she was freaking out because she was lost and no one was around (it being 5am on a Sunday morning) and how she just tried to pray to her late father and then I showed up. It was a kinda sad, kinda sweet story.
Eventually we find the apartment complex. She goes to where she thinks it is and some guys answer the door, and she gives me the thumbs-up signal that it's the right place, so I left to finish my route.
I later looked up what went down at [cheap motel]. Apparently a fight broke out that involved a woman taking a tire iron to a parked car. I wonder if that was her "sister".
And that's the story of how I helped a lost probably-hooker.
So this happened back in January on the first weekend the quarter started. I was making excellent time on my paper route and was literally two blocks from being done when a crying woman approached my car. She told me that she was lost and her phone was dead and asked if I had a charger. I did not, but I let her borrow my phone.
She told me she was from out of town and was visiting her sister who lived nearby, but she wasn't exactly sure of the address. She said they were at a party near [cheap motel I used to work at] and had gotten separated, and that she'd hitched a ride this far but now wasn't sure where to go. She said she was calling her friend because her sister "gets kinda messed up now and then" and hadn't been answering her phone.
So she gets a hold of her friend, and it's this terrible connection, and her friend is giving her weird directions, but I think I can sort of follow them so I let her get in the car and we head off to try and follow the vague directions. Her friend told me to "turn right at the gas station" and we were like, coming from the interstate or going towards the interstate? But her friend was always "just turn right at the gas station." Okay that's helpful....
So as we're driving around trying to follow these lame directions, this crying gal is on my phone telling her friend how they were actually at [cheap motel I used to work at] and how "everything got f**ked up and I think [sister] got arrested and please just tell me how to get to the apartment! I'm with this woman and she has to get back to her job and she's overhearing everything just please tell me where to go!"
And as I'm overhearing about the motel and the cops, I start to realize that her "sister" is probably not biologically related.
Her friend tells us she'll text us the address because we end up hella lost trying to follow her stupid directions. The gal tells me the name of the apartment complex is "Village-something" and after some quick Googling I find a "Something-Village" that is in the general neighborhood so we head there. Along the way the gal tells me how her dad died a few months prior and she was freaking out because she was lost and no one was around (it being 5am on a Sunday morning) and how she just tried to pray to her late father and then I showed up. It was a kinda sad, kinda sweet story.
Eventually we find the apartment complex. She goes to where she thinks it is and some guys answer the door, and she gives me the thumbs-up signal that it's the right place, so I left to finish my route.
I later looked up what went down at [cheap motel]. Apparently a fight broke out that involved a woman taking a tire iron to a parked car. I wonder if that was her "sister".
And that's the story of how I helped a lost probably-hooker.
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