Alright. One of two things is going to happen when you read this. You're either going to think I was very stupid, or you're going to think, "Typical Kari."

I picked up a hitch-hiker.

Seriously. On my way home from Corry's at one fifty in the morning, I picked up a guy who was on the side of the road who only wanted to go about a mile up to legends. I pulled up beside him and rolled my window down just enough so he could talk to me, and then he said that he needed to get in touch with his son, but his phone was at the bar, he then said that his ride had dropped him off at his house before he realized he left his phone there, so he walked about...four or five miles I would say, based on where he was telling me he lived. So I figured I'd cut the guy a break. I made him pull out his pockets so I knew he didn't have anything and let him in the car.

So...now I can officially say I picked up a hitch-hiker. I even remember the dude's name. "John." Go figure, right? lol.

When we got to Legends, there was this group of like...five guys standing out in the parking lot. John gets out of the car and goes into the bar, and I start to take off. One of the guys starts making gestures at me...like...doing that motion as if to say I have large breasts. So I smiled and yelled out, "They're real," in my usual cocky fashion, and tried to pull away, but he started scooting over in the way, so I stopped again, and he said something...but I don't know what it was because I couldn't hear him. All I know is that all of them kept trying to see into my car. It was really weird.

Well, the guy and his buddies start laughing and the guy steps aside so I can go. Then he scoots back in front of my car again. So I stopped. At this point I'm thinking, "You know...I really should just run this fucker over." He then says, "Why you tryin'a hit me? Why you tryin'a hit me?" He then walks into my car and bounces off of it and says, "Why you hittin' me?"

Then he flashes a grin and moves out of the way again. This time, I floored it so that if he was going to step in front of my car, he wouldn't have the chance. He chased my car for about...thirty feet before he gave up.

Then I went home and wrote this blog.

The thing about picking that guy up though, that...well, my forethought was, "It's Christmas. Even though it was late, it is still Christmas."

And now I'm going to bed because I have a job interview tomorrow. Cool beans!

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