I rarely think bad things will happen to me while at home especially at 10 o'clock in the morning but the more I think about what happened yesterday the more freaked out I am about the incident.
Here's the deal: I'm walking to gym and just barely outside the apartment complex when a van pulls over and honks his horn at me.
"I need directions to Bank of America...I need gas and need to go to the bank for money...I'm heading to Ft. Myers and ran out of gas on the highway and the police gave me a gallon's worth."
I gave him directions to Bank of America while I stood away from the van. There was a black brief case in the front seat. I had my iPhone and was getting the exact address - which there are two a straight shot from where we were. And, he just passed three banks and numerous
gas stations. If he had a debit card he could've used it at any of those.
"Why don't you get in the van and ride with me to the bank?"
"No," I said, definitely beginning to be a bit freaked. I mean, who in the 21st century gets in a van with a stranger?
"I'm not going to do anything," he replied, "I need money for gas...can you give $5 and I'll repay you?"
"No, don't have any money on me, which was the truth.
"Fine," he said and drove off. As he did I snapped this photo - notice no tag on the van but think there's one in the window.
Do you think this was someone legitimately needing fuel or someone with other intentions?