There's a gas station five minutes from us and it's in an area where the turnpike and other highway exits are. It's more of a mini-plaza with a Wendy's attached. It's where I go when I need to get something quickly, like milk or a one pound bag of M&Ms.
I've sworn off going there a million times. The place is filled with tough characters just passing through who look like they're up to no good. Or at least that's what I imagine. My husband and I have nicknamed it Fargo. I've driven up there many times, didn't like the looks of it and left to go to another store. That other store is 15 minutes away, so that's why I continue to give in and go to this one if I just need something fast.
Last night we were out of Advil and since I'm somewhat addicted to having Advil in the house at all times just in case I get a headache, I felt as though I needed to run out and get some. It was 9:00pm, dusk just coming on and I pulled out of the driveway and headed to Fargo.
When I pulled into the parking space I noticed a girl on her cell phone and I could tell she was upset. She was pacing and kept putting her hand up to her mouth, covering it and looking down and shaking her head. She looked to be in her early-30s, short blonde cropped hair, three small tatoos on the right side of her neck. Tight pink low cut top and skin tight jeans. Wide white patent leather belt with silver trim. While she did look like a tough character, she wasn't so intimidating that it stopped me from getting out of the car. The van I parked next to made me nervous though. I can let my imagination run wild and I don't like when vans are parked at Fargo. It reminds me that whoever's driving it is going to throw me in the back of it, jump on the turnpike never to be seen again.
Thinking more about the van than the girl on the phone, I went inside. The place was somewhat empty and that made me feel better. I still scanned for creepy guys. (Sorry guys, I usually only scan for creepy guys, not creepy girls. Call me a sexist if you must.) The first guy I sized-up was in front of me in line. He was overweight and had on a collared shirt with nice jeans. No creepy vibe. The other guy I saw I didn't care for. Dressed all in white like a painter, he had a suspicious little mustache and his overall demeanor gave off a vibe I wasn't comfortable with. I made a mental note to keep an eye on his whereabouts as I was leaving the store.
I bought my much needed Advil and left the store. As I was getting in my car, I noticed that the overweight guy was standing talking to the girl who was upset. He looked concerned. She just kept shaking her head and I could tell by the look on his face, he felt he had done all he could do and he turned to leave. Her shoulders starting heaving up and down and she lowered her eyes to the ground and put her hand over her mouth again.
I stepped back out of the car.
What's wrong? Are you ok?
She slowly walked in my direction...
Crying, shoulders till heaving she said, I was with my kidzez dad and a buncha cops pulled us over and they took him to jail.
Oh my God.
He'd stole the car we were in. I shouldn't a been with him again. I don't know why I was with him again. He's trouble.
Oh my God! Is someone coming to get you?
She put her hand up to her mouth again. She started crying harder.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. Where are you kids?
They're home. I don't want to be with him again. I want him far away from me.
I'm sorry. Did the policemen just leave you here? Without a ride?
Yeah. They said they'd drop me off in town, but that's just stupid. I'm just here now.
Well, that doesn't seem right. You're sure you have a ride home?
Yeah. We were going to Cleveland for my birthday. That's why I was with him.
It's your birthday? I'm sorry. Think of it this way. It's better that it happened down here than up in Cleveland. That would've been worse for you.
She gave me a look like she didn't understand. I told her good luck and got in my car and locked the doors. I felt bad, but there was really nothing I could do. Someone was coming to get her, so at least she had a plan.
Just then creepy painter guy comes out of the store. The van belonged to him. Figures. I glanced at my door locks. Locked. Before he got into his van, he turned and went back to talk to her. His expressions and hand movements were too happy and jovial for this situation. I sat there till he got into his van and watched him drive away.
As I was putting the key into the ignition, I remembered we were out of paper towels and decided to run back in. When I got out of the car I asked her...
What did that guy say to you?
I don't know. It was weird. He said I shouldn't be cryin' if he was around.
You know, he was creepy. Try not to talk to creepy guys. He gave me the creeps. Good luck. Oh, and Happy Birthday.
She smiled at me and I went into the store.
And when I came out again, she was gone.
Creepy!!! I don't like vans either. Did his vans have back windows or was it a panel van?
Posted by: Jennifer | July 08, 2006 at 10:58 AM
Was this the same gas station with the two people with blood on 'em?
YOU CANNOT GO IN THERE
Posted by: Pinko Punko | July 08, 2006 at 02:04 PM
I know Pinko! I know!
I think David Lynch is behind some curtain up there directing all the scenes.
Posted by: blue girl | July 08, 2006 at 02:24 PM
It reminds me that whoever's driving it is going to throw me in the back of it, jump on the turnpike never to be seen again.
Maybe I shoulda laughed there, but my immediate reaction was more sad, like awww... Yer alight BG.
Hope that girl is too. You did good by waiting for the sinister Van Man to leave.
Posted by: Michael Bains | July 08, 2006 at 02:57 PM
BG that was TOTALLY out of a David Lynch movie!! MAN. Well told.
Posted by: Claire | July 08, 2006 at 03:24 PM
I've always thought Advil was more for muscle and bone pains. As deadly as Tylenol is, it's better for nonspecific pain such as a headache. If you want to really feel nothing, try mixing two of each together. Clinical trials suggest that the combination is as strong as morphine without being habit forming. Especially for dental pain. That is if your liver can handle it. Otherwise it's a painful death. Maybe AG can shed some light on the subject.
Some folks just can't be saved from themselves. The best you can do is make it clear to the painter guy that you will remember his license plate number if you see on 'Unsolved Mysteries' a clay recreation of the girls face from her weathered skull in 5 years.
Posted by: dean | July 08, 2006 at 10:37 PM
Dean, I always so appreciate your sciency comments.
Tylenol is dead to me. fyi. It does nothing for anything.
If you want to really feel nothing, try mixing two of each together.
It's almost 11pm on Sat night -- and that sounds really good! :) But, wouldn't you know it, I don't have any Tylenol in the house.
Should I go to Fargo?
Posted by: blue girl | July 08, 2006 at 10:50 PM
Blue Girl's internal monologue re:Gas station
"BG, don't go there, you could be blood spattered, either your own or someone else's."
"But I could get material for the blog."
"Go there."
Posted by: Pinko Punko | July 09, 2006 at 03:25 AM
That is not to undermine both the sadness of the post and your tastefully telling us about it.
Posted by: Pinko Punko | July 09, 2006 at 03:35 AM
When I say "feel nothing" I mean just that. Nothing, no pain and no gauzelike balloon-ish dulling like with other painkillers. If you're not in pain the effect is wasted since you won't feel any different but damn it really is an effective combination if you are hurting. You will not get high mixing the two, you just won't feel any pain. Any trace of pain up to a 6 on the 1-10 scale they use in hospitals will be gone but you won't get any of the fun, lightness of being, that you get from a couple percocet, 3 valium, 5 ritalin and a bottle of 'Jim Beam Black'. All kidding aside, everything I just reccomended will blast your liver into cheesecloth but mostly it's from the Tylenol in the percocet. I'd stay away from it if it wasn't so effective at dulling that hot poker just above and behind my right eye that I get from a poorly corrected myopic astigmatism. But that's my problem. Still, another fun fact about Tylenol is that it is deadly to cats. Deadlier then chocolate is for dogs.
Posted by: dean | July 09, 2006 at 11:55 AM
Dean, you're scaring me with the thought of suffering and dying slowly from liver disease!
I'm already scared enough from all these pharmaceutical commercials.
Do I have spastic leg syndrome?
Do I need Boniva? I mean, if Sally Field says I need it, maybe I do!!??
I've had a hard time sleeping lately -- should I get Lunesta? I don't want to be driving while sleeping -- so maybe I should get Lunesta and not Ambien!!??
I'd rather just picture myself as one of those calm, zen-like happy people doing yoga out in some meadow somewhere, all arthritis-free.
:)
Posted by: blue girl | July 09, 2006 at 05:22 PM
After my accident I tried about every over the counter pill and combo of same in an attempt to dull the pain.
These days I've settled on a combination of extra-strength buffered aspirin and acetaminophen.
See if you can't stay out of Fargo for a while, BG. What would we ever do without you? I don't wanna find out.
Posted by: Kevin Wolf | July 10, 2006 at 07:16 AM
That'll teach me for missing two days of BG! Two stories (the stolen car/AG falls in love) that had me on the edge of my Microfiber Mid-Back Managerial Chair Deluxe!
Posted by: BOSSY | July 10, 2006 at 03:18 PM
my Microfiber Mid-Back Managerial Chair Deluxe!
Ooooh. I want one of those!
I just have a stupid fake leather chair from Target.
Poor me.
:(
Posted by: blue girl | July 10, 2006 at 03:26 PM
Hey BG... speaking of office decor... how's the "Wall of Cool/Wall of Fame" coming along? I'm guessing it would look fabulous with a pleather chair from Target!
Posted by: Jennifer | July 10, 2006 at 07:04 PM
I'm glad you were able to help her - even if it was just a comforting presence and a watchful eye; but you can't save everyone. I used to always intervene - always. Especially if I saw a man abusing a woman. No thinking - just jump on in and stop it. As most hitters are cowards who'll fold if confronted by someone not their victim - I thought I was pretty safe. What I didn't count on, was the woman not wanting to be saved. Every single woman I intervened on behalf of turned on me and went right back to being hit. Usually right there and then. So now - I intervene if it’s a child or an animal - but I leave adults alone. Since the advent of cell phones I just call the cops immediately - I no longer have to wait until I get home. But you be careful, honey. You just never know what might be going on under the surface. And don't ever go to that gas station again.
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