Some guy called out to me from inside his car—being naive and friendly I’m like “ok, I’ll see what he has to say from a safe distance.”
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He tells me a woman—his previous passenger?—saw me from a distance and liked my green hair, was in the fashion industry, asked him to talk to me, and could he get my number for her? (Hard to hear from where I was standing—maybe intentionally?—but that’s what I gathered.)
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I ask for his email instead. He seems hesitant, asks for mine. I insist on his, and he scribbles it on the back of a receipt. Meanwhile, I’m noticing the back window of his car is wrapped up in layers of ripped, grungy plastic and tape.
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He hands me the scrap of paper through the window—I’m still trying to keep a distance (plenty of people about). Asks for my name and then stretches out his hand to shake mine. “Ok, Ted Bundy,” I’m thinking, but am idiotically polite.
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We exchange a dead fish fingertip handshake and I go on my way. Here’s a photo of the scrap of paper:pic.twitter.com/tMkRpjVilK
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Idk what his deal was but I’m guessing he was full of shit. Is it paranoid to assume human trafficker? Wish I’d thought to photograph his license plate.
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there arent really many of those irl
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