Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Dave, the prostitute, and I

One day a few years ago, my friend Dave and I were driving home from the north side of Houston, TX, near Bush Intercontinental Airport.  My car was low on gas, so we stopped at a Chevron, and as soon I walked out of my car, a rather large scantily clad black woman made eye contact with me.  Immediately, she asked me if I had 8 cents (and mind you this isn’t the 1920s when 8 cents had much more buying power).  Before I could even reply she said, “I’ll give you head for it.”  I said, “No thank you mam, but you can ask my friend.”  I pointed to the passenger seat.  The prostitute walked over to his side, knocked on the door, Dave opened it, and they began to converse.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a minute or so, she left us and walked into the gas station.  As I paid for the gas with my debit card, she came out, and approached me again saying, “You know you want some of this,” as she held her breasts.  I said, “I don’t believe in subjugating women, using them like material objects - that’s not my mentality.” (Yes I really said that!)  The prostitute then replied, “If you won’t fuck me then feed me.”  I thought about that for a minute.  I thought about caring for others and what that really meant to me.  So I said, “Okay… there’s a Burger King across the street, you wanna go there?”  She said, “Yeah, yeah...”  She hopped in the backseat of my car, and I drove her to the Burger King. 

(In retrospect, this might not have been the wisest decision, considering that any number of things could have gone wrong – she could have had drugs on her, the police could have suspected me of trying to use a prostitute, she could have went nuts, who knows…  The radical side of me wanted to forget all those things and just embrace loving others at any cost regardless of the consequences.  I suppose living up to ideals can be somewhat risky in a less than ideal world.) 

Well, we arrived at the Burger King.  And walking into it was such a…umm…awkward experience.  There we were, my friend and I with a woman dressed in hooker garb, and then I pulled out some cash money and paid for her meal.  I’m pretty sure I was misconstrued as her pimp to the people there.  I bought her a burger, and then I told her it was splitting time.  She thanked me for the food, and that was the end of that.

11 comments:

  1. Sounds like a Lou Reed moment 'Holly came from Miami, F.L.A. Hitch-hiked her way across the USA Plucked her eyebrows on the way....'
    There are moments in life worthy of being recorded for posterity.This may well have been one of those moments.

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  2. That's a great thing you did despite the risk to yourself. I think I would have gone to Burger King and then brought something back but what you did was way braver.

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  3. Jesus that put a hellva picture into my head, sounds like the type of thing I'd have done and had the same 2nd thought when I ran it back through my head.

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  4. While I wouldn't have let a stranger in my car, I think what you did was noble.

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  5. I just howled out loud at the line "Well if you're not going to fuck me then feed me." And what was up with the 8 cents?

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  6. Wow, 8 cents?

    But bravo for your reply about not subjugating women!

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  7. Interesting situation. I'd probably just hand her the money for the burger and say get your own or bring it back to her. People get all kinds of crazy thoughts in their heads.

    Joyce
    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  8. That is quite the story! Reminds me of that one Seinfeld episode. Glad you did the right thing (and weren't caught).

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  9. What a story. You're a kind, brave person. And I love what you said to her.

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