Leave Me Alone, Redux
I’m walking to school, less than a block away from lab, when some old guy in a minivan pulls up. At first, I thought he was asking for directions. Plenty of visitors have asked me for directions to so-and-so building. But no. This guy is offering a ride. What’s up with older people latching onto me when there’s plenty of other people wandering around? There’s no way in hell I’m getting into a moving vehicle piloted by some unknown, slack-jowled, creepy geezer.