Once upon I time I was 18.
I worked in a famous nightclub in NYC.
I was walking home up 6th avenue near 25th street late one night when a woman walked up to me. She said she needed help. She'd lost her wallet and needed to get to the airport. She dropped it somewhere nearby and it being so dark, couldn't find it. A man walked up to us as she was explaining and offered his help as well. So we looked around this empty parking lot for a few minutes when a car drove up with two men in the front (everyone I'm speaking of - the woman, the men, were all African).
The man said "here are my friends - they can help".
They said to never mind about the wallet - they would drive her to the airport. I thought "cool, I'm outta here!", but she grabbed me and said "I won't go anywhere without my friend!". She was speaking of me.
She kind of pulled me into the back seat of the car along with the first man. I didn't like it, but she insisted that I go because she felt safe with me.
Ok, well I could understand that!
So I got into the car.
The car started driving up 6th ave and the situation didn't seem too threatening for some reason.
The driver said, ok, they were gonna drive her to the airport (JFK I believe) but that when we were there he had to go to a locker that was on the other side of the security checkpoint.
Security wasn't anywhere near as strict as it is today - anyone could walk all the way to a gate without a ticket.
He had an important bag in it and he had stored it there temporarily and this would be a good time to get it back.
In those days of lax(er) security lockers were provided near gates so the travelers could put their stuff in them and lock it up to keep it safe while they wandered the terminal.
Um, ok...
There was one problem though.
He was an illegal alien and couldn't pass the checkpoint because he didn't have proper ID.
Could I go get the bag from the locker?
Um. No.
"Oh please" begged the woman - "These men are so nice and they're doing me this favor - couldn't I just go in and retrieve this bag from the locker?".
Apparently this was no big deal.
At the next stop light I jumped out of the car and ran.
They didn't chase me or even yell.
The End.
And what's a good day without a beautiful girl?
Charm is a drastic understatement:
I worked in a famous nightclub in NYC.
I was walking home up 6th avenue near 25th street late one night when a woman walked up to me. She said she needed help. She'd lost her wallet and needed to get to the airport. She dropped it somewhere nearby and it being so dark, couldn't find it. A man walked up to us as she was explaining and offered his help as well. So we looked around this empty parking lot for a few minutes when a car drove up with two men in the front (everyone I'm speaking of - the woman, the men, were all African).
The man said "here are my friends - they can help".
They said to never mind about the wallet - they would drive her to the airport. I thought "cool, I'm outta here!", but she grabbed me and said "I won't go anywhere without my friend!". She was speaking of me.
She kind of pulled me into the back seat of the car along with the first man. I didn't like it, but she insisted that I go because she felt safe with me.
Ok, well I could understand that!
So I got into the car.
The car started driving up 6th ave and the situation didn't seem too threatening for some reason.
The driver said, ok, they were gonna drive her to the airport (JFK I believe) but that when we were there he had to go to a locker that was on the other side of the security checkpoint.
Security wasn't anywhere near as strict as it is today - anyone could walk all the way to a gate without a ticket.
He had an important bag in it and he had stored it there temporarily and this would be a good time to get it back.
In those days of lax(er) security lockers were provided near gates so the travelers could put their stuff in them and lock it up to keep it safe while they wandered the terminal.
Um, ok...
There was one problem though.
He was an illegal alien and couldn't pass the checkpoint because he didn't have proper ID.
Could I go get the bag from the locker?
Um. No.
"Oh please" begged the woman - "These men are so nice and they're doing me this favor - couldn't I just go in and retrieve this bag from the locker?".
Apparently this was no big deal.
At the next stop light I jumped out of the car and ran.
They didn't chase me or even yell.
The End.
And what's a good day without a beautiful girl?
Charm is a drastic understatement:
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Crazy story, btw... leaves me wondering what could have possibly been in the bag.
Happy you got out safely.