Well, I am officially moved in to the apartment. There have been a couple of interesting adventures to date. The first day went smoothly, got everything unpacked and put away. I even folded all my socks. The next morning I left for work at 7:45, at 8:30 I get a phone call from the boys who live in the house in front of me. "Um, Rebekkah, your dog is out."
'How on earth did he get out?! I locked the door, I live on the second story... there's no way, unless he jumped out a window.'
I told my manager at work that I would be back in 20 minutes and rushed back home. The door was still locked, so I went over to the boys' house to retrieve the dog and find out what happened. Appearently the boys had gone outside and saw him, so they brought him back to their house and put him in the basement. As I took him back to the apartment, I noticed that the fan was no longer in the window overlooking the paved driveway. Apparently he knocked the fan out of the unscreened window and went through. A two story fall onto concrete. Granted he's a freaking huge German Shepherd, but, really?!
I headed back to work after shutting all the windows.
I left work around 3. I stopped for gas at the local BP. There was a guy sitting in the grass under the trees. Dressed like a hippy, hat, bread, flannel shirt. We smiled at eachother briefly and I left. As I was leaving I had this feeling like I was was supposed to talk to him. I didn't know why. He was obviously a hitch hiker, and that's dangerous, but at the same time, there was just this instant knowledge that I was supposed to talk to him. I prayed it about it and decided that if he was still there when I came back up to go to the grocery store, I would talk to him. I changed out of my work uniform and put my dog in the back seat and headed back up. He was still there, so I went to the grocery store, and when I came out, he was still there. So I stopped.
We talked, he told me he was headed down to Atlanta and he was waiting on this trucker who said that he was going to leave tomorrow for down there. He played the banjo in an Appalachian band, that had just recently broke up. He had spent the last while in Maine at a blueberry farm, so we talked organic farming for a while. I ended up inviting him to go to church with me, it was a potluck gettogether, so.. he informed me he wasn't religious, but sure, he'd go. So, I brought him with me. We made fresh salsa with the tomatoes and peppers from the farm and headed into the house. We ended spending the whole evening together. I showed him the farm, he played the banjo for me... talked random stuff and spiritual stuff and just stuff. I would've let him sleep on the couch, but I realized that 1. It was not smart, I hardly knew him, 2. my family/friends would FREAK out. So, I brought him back up to the travel plaza. I gave him my number, told him to call if he got stuck here again on Monday, and we'd hang out. He called last night and told me he made it down to West Virginia.
It was fun. Crazy thing to do, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. And no, I'm not going to make it a habit to pick up cute random hitchhiking young men. :-)
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