Don’t Talk To Strangers
Walking down the road, whistling a song.
I was watching my step when a car came along.
The guy pulled up and rolled down his window.
He said; “Hey kid, are you single?”
“What?? I am way too young to be married.”
The guy just laughed. He kind of looked like Larry.
“Just kidding ya. Hey, do ya want a lift?”
I was worried. He might be ‘sick.’
“My mom said not to talk to strangers.”
“My name is Bill. Now we are not strangers.”
“Funny.”, I said. “But, that’s not how it goes.”
“You never know how some people roll.”
“Do I look like the type to be deceiving?”
“You never know what someone may be needing.”
“Well, where are ya going anyway?”
”To visit my friend who lives down the way.”
“Right on the way. Let me give you a lift.”
“I would rather slip in spit.”
“What’s your problem kid? I’m offering help.”
“You’re my problem. You little weirdo whelp.”
“You have a real mouth on ya, kid.”
“ Where’s your manners. You talk like Sid.”
“Who the hell is Sid?” I said.
“A smart mouth kid I know.” He said.
“Can’t blame him. You’re harassing kids.”
“What do you mean? I never harassed Sid.”
“Well, you are harassing me.”
“How do you figure? Talk to me.”
“I told you I don’t talk to strangers.”
“Yet, you made a joke of it. That’s danger.”
“What the hell? I just offered you a lift?”
“And I said I’d rather slip in spit.”
“Take the hint and hit the road.”
“Before I attack you with my toad.”
He laughed. “You are one rough kid.”
“Sick your toad on me. You’re worse than Sid.”
“You need to stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Rotate on it while you’re at it. See what you find.”
“You’re one smart assed little shit.”
“I’m leaving. I won’t miss you one little bit.”
With that, he took off, tires squealing.
Though this story may not be appealing.
It is a lesson on how to handle creepy strangers.
‘Oh, oh.’—– Slowing down was a blue Ranger.
————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)