Umm, okay so I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I may as well.
I have a main job now where I drive around my town. I'm in my car mostly and its when I'm IN my car that weird things happen. So let's start with the first weird thing that happened about a month ago.
Incident 1) (Names in this story have been changed)
I was given a call to go to and I just happened to be about ten minutes early. It's a new call, so I didn't want to be too early. I thought going right on time would be better. So while I parked up, hoping that it was a good place to park, I was waiting in my car and I see this fella leave his house, walk down the side of my car, stop about forty feet away and come back. He wasn't wearing anything weird, or carrying a bag or walking stick. He just left his house, normal as anything I suppose, went for a brief walk and returned to his house. I thought nothing of it after all people down my way, we are pretty nuts, and so after my ten minutes were up, I left my car and headed to my call. Next minute the bloke from earlier runs out of his house and points at my car.
"Is that your car?" he asks. Immediately I feel a sense of dread. It's one thing I hate, not being any to park or parking in someone's place and not knowing it.
I nod and say, "Yes, I'm sorry if I'm parking in the wrong place, I haven't been here before."
The man shakes his head and taking my arm points at my car. "Your number plate"' he begins, "WJ, my name is John Williams," he smiled and I smiled back and nodded. "And 54, I started work in 1954!"
"Oh wow, what a coincidence," I said unsure of where he was going with this.
"If you get rid of your car, you come back and tell me and I'll have your number plate. Okay?"
"Oh yes, of course I will," I tell him and he smiles even more broadly and leaves, heading back into his house.
I walk to my call not really sure how I should be feeling.... To this day I'm not sure how I should feel, happy? Weirded out? You be the judge!
Incident 2) (Names of places changed)
Ahh a blissful Monday morning on a quiet road. I was about 20 mins early for my next call and pulled up outside one of my "normal" parking spots. I thought about getting a book out and continue reading, minding my own business, having some chocolate when suddenly the passenger door opened and a bloke got in.
My heart rate tripled in a matter of nanoseconds.
"I need you to take me to Torcombe" He flashed some money at me, it looked like a fiver. "I'll give you a twenty." I looked at him blankly. Clearly he was off his rocker, still pissed from the night before.
"Mate I can't," I told him, "it's far away and I have a call in a minute," I lied, thinking I'd better give him an excuse to not take him.
"Ah go on, I'm giving you money" he slurred.
"I can't, I don't have the time."
Grumbling, he gets out the car and slams the door. I take a breath and thank God that didn't turn out any worse. But about twenty seconds later the door opens AGAIN and the same bloke gets in.
"Can I have a fag off you?"
"Sorry, I don't smoke."
He mumbles and grumbles whilst swearing and slams my car door again. I watch him walk off a bit and I start getting my stuff ready as I don't want to be in my car anymore. If I make it to my call, I'll be safe.
So I get out and as I'm walking to my call, the bloke follows me.
"Please give me a lift." He asks again. He's holding his phone and it unable to do anything with it. He's pointing all over the screen like a drunkard.
"I can't. There's some shops just over the hill, I'm sure someone can help you out."
"I don't have any shoes on." I look down and see he was telling the truth. He must have been completely pissed and whacked out of his mind.
Next second, I see a cop car drive past. The guy starts following me. I ironically say, "Ask the police to give you a lift."
He gets angry. "Don't be a stupid cow." He continues to walk with me as though he's with me and when the coppers leave I dash across the road and he walks up to the shops. After a minute or so when I know he's out of sight, I run and catch up to the coppers and tell them about the men.
"Ah, that's the drunken idiot we've been after they say" and drive off to find him.
Moral of this story, ALWAYS LOCK YOUR DOOR EVEN WHEN YOU ARE IN IT!!!
The day before this 3rd "incident" happened, I had been given a parking ticket. Curse you local money-snatching council! So the following day, as usual, I parked where I normally park and I go to my call, my double-up says, "Abi, there's a warden by your car" I freak out as I don't want to get another ticket. I flee the house, almost breaking my legs and shout at the warden to stop. He does so and buggers off, so I moved my car into the driveway. After twenty minutes of doing my job, the doorbell rings and no one is expecting anyone, so I go and answer the door.
A man is on the front step. "Excuse me, but is that your car?" he points to mine that is in the driveway. i am close to boiling point, on the verge of shouting at him telling him that I haven't had any problems before parking but now there's a warden after my arse and where I am parking is off the road and not causing any harm to anyone and if they want me to move my car, they'll have to wait until I have finished my job.
I'm about to hurl this at the man after I say "Yes it is" he then smiles at me and says, "My wife and I are looking for that exact model and colour. We love Yaris Verso's. You have a wonderful car. What mileage does it get?"
Astounded, I end up speaking to the man for about 10 minutes on the Yaris Verso, how fast is goes, the room in the back, the extra compartments, how much I pay a week for a full tank and how many miles I get out of it. I'm not plugging the car, I'm not too keen on Yaris myself, hence why I've named my car Stitch from Lilo and Stitch as Dr Jumba classes his creations as "monstrosities" and that's what my car is, a monstrosity. But the man is happy with the information and as I leave the house, I wave to him and his wife who are still admiring my car from the opposite side of the road.
Wow, just wow. Why do these things happen? No idea, but they do and will continue to happen. I just wonder what will happen next...