Taking me home...

Because its disgustingly hot in Boston right now (not to mention how much my car sucks already), I broke down yesterday and had to wait for the tow truck. I've never had anything but lovely experiences with the guys who have to drive me home, but this dude took too many liberties, and I don't care if it shouldn't bother me or wasn't that threatening. Men should learn that they can't just say whatever they want and expect us to giggle. So first, he gets this phone call and says, "Yeah, I'm in air conditioning with a beautiful woman..." I'm like, what?! Then he keeps telling me that of course the gas station guys know me because how could they forget a beautiful girl like me? Man, give it a rest. I have a shitty car and I live around the corner. Two days ago my mechanic introduced me to his wife. Unlike you, my mechanics are super nice and not weird and sleazy. The tow truck guy also kept asking me my name - like my full name. Ew. He didn't offer to drive me home, and I didn't ask. I'd rather walk. Get some manners and maybe you won't have to fabricate stories about women you don't know next time your ex wife calls you. Loser. - Elena