Gas Guzzling Liars and Thieves

I went to Target today to spend a gift card. The credit card companies give you “free” money when you spend enough. I don’t even want to look at my bill, but I was quite willing to spend the gift card.

I had a major accomplishment when undertaking this quest: I bypassed buying a CD. Instead, I bought a couple DVDs. But, still, I passed up music. I haven’t done that this year, especially using money without an intended purpose.

I walked out to my car, went to another store, returned to my car, went to another store, and returned to my car.

This girl, probably 16, walks up to me.

“Hey, man, I hope you can help me out… my car broke down out on the highway… this lady gave me a ride, but I need money for gas. Can you help me out man?”

So I gave her money. I didn’t ask what highway. I didn’t offer to drive to the gas station and fill up the tank myself. I gave it to her. She walked back to another car and hopped in the back.

I ask myself, “Why is she in front of JC Penny’s if she needs gas?” “What highway? She’s not near a gas station and she’s not _that_ near a highway.” “What’s a 16 year old girl driving around on a highway for without gas money?”

I’m fairly sure I got swindled all because I didn’t have the guts to ask a few simple questions to verify her story. All because I didn’t want to call her a liar.

So she can have the money, and if she did lie to me I fervently hope God punishes her for it.


Time keeps ticking off the clock. Last night, however, it went in reverse and I somehow found myself living in the same hour twice. Almost like Groundhog Day, but it’s October. Forget saving daylight, though, that’s a thing of the past. And the future!

I’ve only got three full days of work left. It’s kinda weird. I’m beginning to say goodbye to various people now, but it doesn’t feel quite real. I can’t imagine not seeing these people on a daily or weekly basis. I’ve been working there for almost two years altogether and somehow I feel like I’m leaving behind family. Yeah, cliche, I know, but the bonds are there and I don’t know what else to call it.

It’s not that I feel guilty. I don’t… this is the best decision I can make right now. But I’m giving up a familiar place I don’t hate nearly as much as I convinced myself at times, and now I’m traveling into the unknown. An unfamiliar job, an unfamiliar city, a non-existent social life. How long until the culture shock, boredom, and desperation hits me? It all depends, I guess. I’ll need to find friends. A church. New familiar places in the vast sea of PacificNorthWesternness that I won’t fully understand at first.

The frightening part is that it starts soon. Less than three weeks now.

Pray that I find somewhere to live. I don’t have that figured out yet.