You can be haunted by things like memories.

Those types of hauntings are more terrifying then any monster movie, book or play or true life story to ever be shared around a campfire.

Yesterday I saw this woman standing by her car at the side of the road.

The car was beat up and she was wearing a sweat outfit and her hair was in a pony tail and as my bus sped by I noticed that not one single car slowed down.

She was waving her arms and I saw the look on her face- she wasn’t expecting anyone too.

I wondered if she had been taller or skinnier or if her hair wasn’t brown and had she dressed better how many cars would have at least tried to not hit her as they drove by.

But I know the answer to that one.

Back in the 80’s both me and my friend drove the same kind of car which meant that they had the same sort of problems

My friend was going around this corner when her fuel pump died and she stalled right there on the turn next to a gas station.

My friend who was tall, and skinny AND a model ( and boy you could tell from a hundred feet away she was one of the most beautiful women in the world ) and as gets out of her car about a dozen ( well, okay three ) guys practically kill themselves running across the lot to help her.

Not only do they fix the fuel pump they fix her radio, vacuum her car and fix the lock on the trunk.

So about a month later I’m taking the same turn and something shorts out in my electrical system just as I’m passing the same gas station.

I get out and push the car the rest of the way into the gas station when this guy walks up to me and says, ” If you don’t get this thing out of here in the next five minutes I’m calling a tow truck.”

I try to tell him I’m going to call my boyfriend who has a truck and can tow me and he says, ” get this thing out of here NOW or we’re gonna start charging you a storage fee and that’s 100.00″

So I ask if someone can help me push it next door at least because the traffic was bad and I couldn’t see myself pushing this thing fast enough when he says, ” listen fat ass, get this thing out of here NOW.”

Then he calls over his shoulder as he walks away ” move it you ugly bitch or start writing a check.”

Nope.

Never got over that one.

It haunts me- still.