Monday, May 10, 2010

Reverse Hitchhiking

Today, I sat at my bus stop, waiting for my bus. A car pulls over to the bus stop to ask for directions. I didn't hear him at first, the other woman at the bus stop talked to him first, but she didn't know how to give him directions. I actually did (although, I realized after the fact that I forgot to tell him to turn on the last street, woopsy).

It was a windy day, and it's a huge, noisy street, so I got up to give him directions. I told him where to go (well, almost). He then asked me if I was also heading to Tel Aviv. I answered yes. He motions with his head for me to get into the car.

Now, let me point out that this man was a businessman. Not old, but probably mid thirties. Nice car (by Israel standards, not Calabsasas). I've been taught well, though, and said no. He asked if I was going to Azrieli. This was where he was headed. No, I wasn't. He then asked if I was going to the Central Bus station, and again tells me to get into the car. I tell him, no, not heading there. At this point, I found it a bit peculiar and had no desire to let on what part of Tel Aviv I was heading to. He then says a third time that he'll take me. I smile, thank him, tell him that my bus is coming any minute, and return to my bench, where a random woman commended me on how smart I was not to get into the car with him because "you never know."

You'd think I'd be the one anxiously trying to get a ride from so I don't have to wait for the bus, pay the money... But no, this man decided to reverse hitchhike and try to pick up someone who didn't want to be picked up. Random.

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