One night I walked home from work, in my work uniform, and some old guy with a personalized license plate asked me if I wanted to get coffee, at 9 pm. I was like, um no, and you’re weird, and then I went home and thought about it and decided to report it, wasn’t that long after the Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo serial killings of young girls in my city. The cop who showed up to take my statement asked me what I had been wearing, and then called me back to tell me he was just a lonely old guy looking for someone to talk to. Like who on Betty White’s green earth pulls over to try and convince a stranger to get into their car at 9 pm, a young woman many decades your junior, and thinks that’s normal? Fucking cops.
One night I walked home from work, in my work uniform, and some old guy with a personalized license plate asked me if I wanted to get coffee, at 9 pm. I was like, um no, and you’re weird, and then I went home and thought about it and decided to report it, wasn’t that long after the Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo serial killings of young girls in my city. The cop who showed up to take my statement asked me what I had been wearing, and then called me back to tell me he was just a lonely old guy looking for someone to talk to. Like who on Betty White’s green earth pulls over to try and convince a stranger to get into their car at 9 pm, a young woman many decades your junior, and thinks that’s normal? Fucking cops.