That in Which the Hapless Heroine Gets In (and Out) of a Strange Man's Car

What had happened was I was out walking down Iroquois for my normal walk when a rotweillie looking dog out in the middle of the street started to get a little agressive.  On my way out I was able to convince him to stay away, but when I was walking back up Iroquois 40 minutes later he wasn't having it and started to bark ferociously.  I started to get concerned thinking that a) I was going to get bit à la Sara et Pitbull or b) I was going to get mauled in the middle of Iroquois and either way it was going to hurt and ruin my day.  The dog was coming closer and closer baring its teeth when suddenly a white car with a man in it drove up in between me and the dog.  I said, "Oh thank you; I was getting worried."  The guy told me I should carry a stick and I asked him if he could just drive for a bit in between me and the dog until the dog forgot what he was about.  The man agreed, but as he was driving the dog was not getting the hit and so finally the man said, "Here, get in and I'll drop you off up there."  Weighing the options of being mauled by the dog or attacked by the man in his car, I quickly hopped in.  He introduced himself (Mark) and he reminded me again that I should carry a stick and he dropped me off on the corner of Iroquois and Sitting Bull.  He offered to take me to my actual house, but that would have defeated the purpose of my actual walk, so I thanked Mark and wished him a Happy New Year and went along my walk with an extra spring in my step because I was a damsel in distress!  Me!  And I was saved by a man in a white car!  My knight in shining armor!!  It was the most exciting thing that's happened to me in months.

Questions you may have regarding my being saved today:

Did you have your good Chapstick with you?
No.  I, in fact, had no Chapstick with me.

Were you looking cute?
Absolutely not, but I had taken a shower yesterday.  (see story below)

Was he cute?
I thought so.

Was his car nice?
No.  It was an old beater car.  In fact the door was a little sticky, so when I went to get out I said, "Is this locked?"  I prefer to think of it as his car he takes to Mexico.

Did it happen just like when Charlotte meets Trey on Sex and the City?
Just about exactly like that.

Are you going to start walking with a stick?
Maybe but then what reason would a man have to help me?


The Story of Me Taking a Shower
(Yesterday my dad asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him and my mom at 5:00pm)

This is the exact conversation that happened at 4:07pm yesterday

Me:  Are we still going to dinner?
My dad:  I don't know I can't get a hold of your mother.
Me:  Well, I don't want to take a shower if we're not going to dinner.
My dad:  Uh, ok, I don't know know what to tell you.  She's not answering her phone.
Me:  How am I supposed to know if I should take a shower, Dad.
My dad:  Well it's 4:00 on a Sunday.  I don't think you can go wrong.
Me:  But I'll have to put clean clothes on.
My dad: Oh Jesus Christ, let me call your mother again.
(two minutes later)
My dad:  She's ignoring me too.  I don't know what to tell you.  She might just be at Roberta's.
Me:  I just don't feel like I have enough quality intel on this situation in order to make an informed decision.  I'm going to have to go in a holding pattern and that means no shower at this time.  Keep me updated.

At 5:03 the phone rang
My dad:  Get in the shower, we're going to dinner.