I had to hike to work on Friday. I got a ride from a from a fellow laborer, a one hand man who often drives an old beat up Side Kick and gives other commuters rides. Now, let me tell you about this Side Kick. It is a two door vehicle, but the passenger side seat doesn't have a back to it. The removable heavy plastic cover for the back has been permanently removed. The windows in the doors are always opened, even on raining days and the vehicle doesn't have a muffler so, as small as it is, it sounds like a tank. Needless to say the ride to work on Friday was cramped, dusty, bumpy, silent, and generally uncomfortable.
But I would rather travel like this than in the 2009 silver Hilux that I would normally catch on days I have to hike. I mean, really, who really wants to ride it in? The drive is a friend of my, a family man from my residential area. He is an intelligent, nice guy working hard to make his way up in the world and he is doing a great job of it. His son is doing well in school and his wife is a sweet trusting woman that supports him. Comfortable, stylish ride, great conversations.... I used to enjoy getting a ride from him, until the fateful day. He asked me to join him for lunch.
Ouch. Wrong move man. Now I fully aware of the fact that his intentions could be honourable, but I am not going to risk it. Life has taught me that most men mean something. There has been a time when I was naive enough to take him up on his offer all in the name of friendship and a good conversation, but I have learned that things like this start small with good intentions and can grow into something that I don't want to deal with. Besides, even if "nothing" grows out of it, I don't want to be known as the girl that has lunch with married men. Hence, I stick to catching rides with the beat up Side Kick, driven by the one hand man and have no conversation while commuting.
What is up with married men anyway?