How not to be a crack whore – obligated to be jaded

Made it to Florida last night…Oh and less than 12 hours here and I forgot what a Florida girl I really am..30 minutes from the beach…back home with my family and friends..and the sun is out..randomly went to hess and ran into an old friend well boyfriend and plan to have dinner tonight to catch up..

The drive here was nothing short of an adventure…I hate road trips..I hate road trips with a puppy who wants to make friends with everyone.

Stopped in Mississippi at this random gas station to get my daily fix of caffeine..The first indication that I was no longer in Kansas should have been the rimmed up cars and bars on the windows…but since I hadn’t ad my morning fix.. I was half asleep..

Walked into the store…feeling like a minority I grabbed my monster and handful of candy and left..

This is when my life as a Soldier flashed briefly through my eyes…and my new career choice would be prostitution or possibly selling an organ..I have joked in the past about selling a kidney but that would mean voluntarily..

Two dudes whom i later found out is named Rocko and Little Z are pointing to my jeep…Of course the fact that I could be robbed and really shouldn’t stereotype people by their gold teeth and pants below their buttocks..nevertheless I smile when they ask me what kind of dog I have.As she’s wagging her tail..

I tell them shar pei and the one guy (little Z) asks if he can pet her..

Well I have two choices…One say no and well risk going being turned out to a drug addicted prostitute with one kidney

or say yes and take my risk..

either way i really do not see my options?

So I walk to my drivers seat and roll down my window..really loving the sober life as I get ready to become a crack whore..

They pet the dog, make small talk and act like little boys in a pet shop.

I leave safely with my organs and no drug addictions and realize..

Never judge a book by it’s cover..I was wrong to let a stereotype of how someone looks determine my attitude towards them..Because they weren’t “like” me, I assumed because they were dressed differently, had a car that fits into a stereotype that they must have been drug dealers recruiting for prostitutes..

When really they were two dudes who saw a cute puppy and wanted to say hello.

Everything happens for a reason..Those two guys taught me to give people the benefit of the doubt..not to be so stereotypical because someone or something doesn’t fit into my mold of what i expect..

and really all grown men turn into little boys around puppies..

Until next time