This is me holding the giant circus mallet that I made. What’s if for? All kinds of stuff. Like that one thing I’m doing in the video below.
Last Sunday I was out running errands in my truck and a nondescript lady who seemed to pushing 60 years of age flagged me down in the Starbucks parking lot. I pulled over and rolled down the window a crack.
“Can you give me a ride home? It’s only a mile or so,” she asked.
“Ma’am, are you alright? Can I call someone for you?” I replied.
“No, I’m fine, thank you. My car broke down and I had it towed. I just need a ride, that’s all.”
I couldn’t imagine a tow truck driver not offering a ride to a gray-haired lady, and something about the situation seemed…off. I didn’t exactly get a danger vibe from her, I just sensed she was being less than truthful. And her entire aspect seemed strange, like a character from Twin Peaks or maybe like a pod person from Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I don’t think that would be a safe idea for either one of us,” I said. “Do you?”
“Never mind, that’s fine, I understand, I’ll ask someone else,” she said. She turned around and walked down the sidewalk before I could say anything else. I sat there with my jaw hanging open and watched her approach another man getting out of a minivan. Another car pulled up behind me and I realized I was holding up traffic, so I went on with my business.
I still feel weird about the entire thing. I mean, I’m trying to be the best person I can be. What kind of person doesn’t give a lady a ride? And yet my self-defense radar was pinging like a cash register on Black Friday.
What do you think? Should I have given her a ride? Or was I right to say “no”?
And now for…
Cabal Fang Workout of the Week #59
- Start with 100 Sledgehammer Double Wristlocks per side (see video below).
- Then cover 2 miles as fast as you can. Walk, jog, run, sprint, or any combination thereof. Just get there.
Robert Mitchell Jr. 