My Court Date

Yesterday I went to court. Here is the conversation I had with one short, bleach blond, sweaty, tatted up guy.

Guy: So what'd they get you for? Speeding?

Me: No, expired registration and inspection.

Guy: Why'd you let that happen?

Me: I don't like to deal with anything related to my car

Guy: Surely you have a boyfriend or husband that does that for you.

Me: I don't like to deal with those either.

Guy: Ah c'mon it can't be that bad.

Me: Its about 50-50 and right now is proving to be pretty bad

Guy: (not noticing that I just insulted him) I like to make new friends, maybe we could hang out and be friends?

Me: That is possible, but not really probable.

Guy: (still not noticing that I have insulted him)well maybe I can get your number or you can get mine

Me: Oh my phone just died

Guy: Well I'll get yours

Me: (reluctantly, and looking for a way out of this) ok mine is...(insert fake number)

Guy: And your name?

Me: Carrie, spelled like the movie (evil grin)

Guy: You probably just gave me the number for Jack in the Box

Me: Yes I did

Guy: (still not realizing what I have said) So what do you do for a living?

This talk went on for awhile. I was doing everything I could to avoid eye contact with him and get away from him without losing my place in line. He was standing so close to me and he touched me a couple of times. Ewww... during the course of this time, he implied that we would go out and I would beat him up, that we would have kids together, and that I need to branch out on what I watch on TV. I kept looking for someone to help me out but there was no one there that cared. One guy I think was definitely laughing, and one guy (who turned out to be someone that I knew) was laughing watching the whole thing. My only saving grace was that I was in line two people ahead of him so I took care of my stuff and RAN to my car to get out of there.