It's that time again! Here's another installment in the tales of Lester.
So one fine day a few weeks ago I was walking to campus on my way to class. I had my head phones in and was taking my usual shortcut through a parking lot when I hear a car pull up behind me. My first thought is "Man this car has pulled up kinda close, I mean I'm short but not invisible." I was thinking that maybe they just wanted to park in the vacated spot I was currently walking through. That was not their intentions at all. Suddenly I hear someone call out my name. "Bindi!" I froze, who could possibly know my name in this, the most random of places? You guessed it! Lester! Blech. I turn around and see him trying to be cool with his window down and sunglasses on. I give him a complimentary half wave and turn to go on my merry little way. Lester was having none of that. "Hey Bindi! Hop in I'll give you a lift!" he calls out to me. My instincts tell me to run, to get out and leave Lester far behind me. But the next thing I know I'M FREAKING SITTING IN HIS CAR!!!! WHAT THE H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS WAS I THINKING?!?! I didn't know what to do! He totally caught me off guard and I didn't have an excuse ready so I get in! Believe me, there is nothing you could say to me that would make me feel any worse. I'm very ashamed with myself at this point. Then he tells me that he had been on his way to the grocery store when he saw me walking and decided to turn around and follow me, then pick me up. AAAAHHHHH!!!!! CREEP CREEP CREEP! Let's just say it was the most uncomfortable 2 minute car ride I have ever been on. I feel dirty, absolutely dirty. I am NEVER getting back into that man's car. Ever. Not even if I were being chased by a pack of brain-hungry zombies and his was the only car still working. I would rather join the legion of the undead.
This will not be the last you hear of Lester! There are still many encounters that I've been saving up just for you!
Dearly yours, Bindi.
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