Ew. I had a creeepy guy try to bum a ride from me in the parking lot after work. This scuzzy looking man (unkempt with a ripped t-shirt) was struggling through the lot wheeling a bicycle and carrying another bike wheel. There were some (text?)books strapped to a rack on the back of the bike. When he saw me heading to my Jeep, he said hi, then walked back over to it, stood by my still open drivers door, and started talking about how difficult it was going to be for him to get home. I told him sorry, and shut the door.

He really stank, and spoke none too clearly. I'm pretty sure that the bike and stuff was stolen. It looked suspicious.

"Why sure Mr. Scary-looking Creepy Man! I may be a small woman all alone, but I'd be happy to give you and your stolen property a lift in my not very spacious vehicle, especially now that it is kind of dark from the rain."