Reason #9865572735 Why Being a Girl Can Suck
I had a nearly hellish day today. I took Chris up to work with me today and then during my lunch I had to take him back home and come back up to work. On the way home dropping him off, the car started flaking out, but we didn't really worry too much about it. Then I had to drive back up to work, and that's where the nightmare began. First of all, everytime I had to slow down, the car would start acting like it wanted to stall, so I avoided this one freeway that was having bumper to bumper traffic and opted for a less busy highway sort of in a very undeveloped area.
Anyway, I was on that highway for a while and then had to come to a stop because of a traffic light (it was still under construction so it's mainly service roads you drive on), and then suddenly my car started jerking and sounding like it was going to croak. I anxiously watched the traffic light hoping it would hurry up and turn green. Finally, moments later it turned green, and I started stalling, turned on my hazards, and had to pull over. Some yahoo trucks in the right lane were going so damn fast I was afraid I'd completely stop in the middle lane. Thankfully, the lane cleared up and I got myself in a safer spot.. taking up the right lane. I felt so alone and doomed looking around me. All I could see was this vast, open ranch on one side of the road, and on the other side, in the distance, I could see industrial looking structures. Just one of the sad, depressing parts of Texas.
I tried to start up the car again and it would make sounds like it was trying to start, but it never actually started the engine. I kept trying and trying for about 7-10 min and it still wouldn't start. Finally, it started and this time I put it in third gear and drove it carefully along the freeway, looking for the nearest exit at a civilized area. I dreaded the thought of having to stop at any other red lights, and fortunately I was able to go through a few intersections without stopping. Then the car started screwing up again, just as I could see a business park coming up at the next exit. It started jerking really bad again and I had to pull over.
This time, I wasn't so lucky... I spent probably a good 20 minutes in the car trying to start it, silently cursing at my dead cellphone and everything else that was going wrong. After realizing my car was just not going to start, I had to make myself get out of the car and walk to the nearest phone. I took a deep breath, and got out of the car. IMMEDIATELY, a stupid truck that drove by honked, and suddenly thoughts of having to deal with being honked at ALL THE WAY TO THE PHONE began to fill my mind. I was
not even 30 ft away from my car and already I got honked at by 4-5 speeding cars. The weird thing is, I don't have a nice body, and I don't look good from behind... but I think the reason why they honked at me was because... DUH... I'm a GIRL. And of all the days this had to happen to me, it was on a day that I wore a skirt! I don't normally wear skirts or dresses, and just this day I decided I would. This may not seem like a big deal to you GUYS, and maybe some of you girls out there, but it's only natural that a girl wearing a skirt catches more attention than one wearing pants. For a moment, I wished so badly that I had dressed down today. Sometimes I wear flared jeans and a shirt, and I blend right into the background. Why didn't I wear that? I know people would have noticed me a lot less. But today... I wore my yellow leather jacket and a black, slanted cut knee-length skirt which made me stick out like a big bumblebee. If I were a guy, this situation would have been NOTHING. That's why cellphone companies are probably going to make a lot of money from girls like me.
Blah.. anyway... I was not far from my car getting honked at when a car quickly pulled over and I saw that there was a woman inside, alone. Halfway hesistant, I came up to her and she offered to take me to the business park nearby since she worked there. The paranoid part of my mind thought for a moment... "Gosh... what if this was one of those little traps where they use a woman to lure another woman...?" She seemed real enough, and she didn't seem like the shady type at all. She was very attractive, and polished, but not suspicious looking... so I told her, "Sure!" and hopped in. I told her that if she were a man, I would have definitely not talked to her or come up to the car.
So... to make a long story short, I got dropped off at the business park, which had plenty of people still at work or having dinner, and it happened to be a VERY nice place to be stranded for a while... I called work and Chris and told them what happened. Chris hooked me up with a tow truck, and as I waited I went into Chili's and ordered myself a much needed Sex on the Beach to relax myself. I felt nothing from the drink... but that was okay. I didn't want to be tipsy around a bunch of business people. I caught a ride with the tow truck driver, snagged the poor car, and got dropped off at the service shop about 20 bazillion miles away. Chris knew the owners pretty well, as he's been a customer of their's for years.. so they knew me too, and let me in their house/service center, and Chris came up there and picked me up with his mom's Mercedes which was a nice change from being in a loud, stiff, bumpy, sluggish tow truck.
My point is, the sucky thing about being a girl sometimes is that it's hard to walk down the road without getting gawked at, whistled at, honked at, and hollered at. It almost makes me want to purposely dress frumpy, walk with bad posture, and gain about 300 more lbs just so men notice me less. So as long as you're at LEAST an average looking girl, you'll have to learn to deal with this crap, or never be in public alone! Boy, I sound like a total recluse today.