Okay, here's one, littlewing. I may have told this before, can't remember. I've really enjoyed reading this thread, btw.
As many of you already know, Misc'e is my little sister. I, being the older one, always felt like I needed to educate her -- lol.
One wonderful, sunny Saturday morning, the summer of 1969 when all was right with the world and I was feeling quite on top of it, having just graduated h.s., I decided it was time to take my little sister with me to downtown Cincinnati. We were rurally raised and I thought I was so sophisticated to be studying music with a conservatory grad from CCM. Cathy, that's Misc's name, would accompany me, and I, being the wise older sister, would introduce her to "real life."
We hopped in my Bug and 30 miles later we found ourselves hungry for White Castles. Anyone who grew up in Cincinnati knows the miracle of White Castles. You could buy 12 for a couple of bucks back then -- the cheapest feast ever. We pigged out on the onion smothered mini-sandwiches, fries and orange sodas and then hit the highway again. We had plenty of time to get to my lesson.
Once back on the freeway, I got into the middle lane. I noticed a pickup following me closely so I moved over to the outer lane to let him pass. It seemed odd. What was he doing? It looked like he was waiving at us. He pulled up beside me instead of passing. This was strange. So I sped up and moved back into the middle lane. Whoa, what's he doing now, I wonder, as he pulls to the outer lane and lines his pickup up with us again. Cathy is noticing now and she's saying, "Jo, that guy is shaking a banana at me." What? A banana? Of course, as the older, more "worldly" and wise one, I told her to ignore him and look straight ahead, right? But curiousity got the best of me. I looked over to see what the heck he was doing and, well, you guessed it. He was making love to a banana right there next to my little sister's window.
At that point, I made a quick decision to slow down abruptly, get behind him and take the next exit. It worked! He was gone....pervert!
Two weeks later or thereabouts, I decided to take my innocent, sweet sister on another road trip. This time, we went to the State Fair in Columbus. After a wonderful day there, we got back on I-71 and headed home. The Bug got great mileage but it was running on vapors so we pulled over to get some gas. Cathy had some money left and she pulled a bill out of her purse to help with her share of transportation. I asked the attendant to put $10 worth in the empty tank. I didn't really notice the denomination of the bill she'd handed me.
Off we went again. Two sisters just having the time of their lives, singing and being silly. About 10 minutes back on the road after the refueling, a man in a white cadillac pulled up to my side and leaned over, rolled down his window and started shouting at me. I could not tell what he was saying, but he was waiving money at us. I noticed that he was making what I perceived as an all-to-familiar gesture (after the Cincinnati banana incident) -- up and down, up and down. Waiving money at us. I speed up. Cathy wanted to know what that man was doing. Once again, wiser, older me told her just to look straight ahead, not to pay any attention to him, etc. And then I explained that he was trying to proposition us. We both led very sheltered lives in our beautiful rural Ohio valley, and Cathy was still not aware of what "proposition" meant. So I explained that to her while I layed on the gas.
For the next 10 minutes, a high-speed chase occurred on Interstate I-71. We passed two exits debating each time whether we should exit and try to escape this "creep." At the third exit, the "creep" finally gave up. Whew!!!! We both breathed a heavy sign of relief. Normality resumed.
As we neared home, Cathy looked at me and said, "Where's my change?" "What change?" I inquired. "You know from the $20 I gave you." OMG, then it dawned on me. That "creep" OMG. Not a creep -- that poor guy -- he was just trying to return our change.
It was hard to distinguish my feelings at that point. Both of us didn't know whether to laugh of cry. I think we did a little of both. And me, well, that was the beginning of my learning how little I really knew about anything.
[This message has been edited by iliana (12-21-2005 08:40 PM).]