Story 1:
I was driving downtown late one night on my way home. I was heading towards the freeway and was stopped at a red light next to apark which is a park of ill-repute after dark. All of a sudden a man came dashing at me. I thought I was going to be murdered. He was knocking on my window. I wasn't going to answer him, but then I noticed he was disheveled...maybe bleeding? I cracked my window (a surprisingly safe move for someone as street-naive as me) and he said "I just got mugged. Call the police! He just ran into the park!" So I called 911 for the first time in my life. However, I was in the middle lane of the road. The light turned green. I couldn't get over to the side of the road to help him, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. What help could I be to him? This could be a ruse to get me to feel bad for him so he could brutally murder me. So, while still talking on the phone to the dispatcher I drove down the street, leaving him behind. I told the dispatcher everything I knew and drove home. Mostly guilt free. I'm pretty sure I did everything I should've...right?
Story 2:
Fall of freshman year me and the new friends decided to take advantage of the beautiful mountains and go camping one weekend. It was probably October, and the campground was closed, but we went in and set up camp anyway. It was great because the campground was absolutely empty, and you had to walk probably 200 yards before you could see the road.
That night as we were sitting around the campfire and singing (yes, we were doing that) a jeep cherokee pulls into our campsite. Now, it's about 11:00 at night. We're curious to see what's going on. This girl, looking about 21, gets out and explains that she's a little lost and she was supposed to meet her friends camping, but they bailed on her. She didn't want to drive the 20 minutes into town. So I say, "Sure! You can stay here tonight! Have some food!"...like an idiot. When we're back in our tent playing cards everyone starts discussing how weird this is. That hadn't occurred to me....because I'm an idiot. They had a point though. She said she was going to meet her friends and that she was from the city, but why was she all the way down here if they bailed on her? And why oh why did she come through the canyon the back way, instead of taking the main freeway through the state? And what kind of young girl just stops to spend the night with a bunch of strangers? Why wouldn't she continue the 20 minutes into the safety of the nearest town?
Freaked out, we partitioned off a space in the girls' tent and made the 3 boys stay in there with us so they could fight off the homicidal psychopath when she inevitably came to spill our blood. When we woke up the next morning she was gone. We weren't dead, but it was still just weird.
