Tonight, I got onto Craigslist to see if there was a cheap mini-fridge that my friend Alice could buy for her classroom next year. This guy named Jay posted an ad saying that he had three of them for sale and gave his phone number. So Alice called him and he said that he still had one, and that the hotel just remodeled and that's why he has them. She asked if she could come look at it, and he told her to meet him in the parking lot of the Howard Johnson and he'd show it to her, as he is staying there. She hangs up the phone and informs me the 'sketchalicious' (Alice's word) plan. Our first thought is that he stole these fridges and is now selling him out of the back of his truck. I never knew people dealt refrigerators like they deal drugs. Alice called the hotel to see if they knew anything about it and they said they had recently remodeled and did replace the fridges. So we went over there and these two guys meet us in the parking lot and lead us inside. One of them pulls out a room key and proceeds to open a door of one of the hotel rooms. We're thinking, you've got to be kidding me if you think I'm following you in there! After opening the door, we saw that the entire room was filled top to bottom with furniture and junk that they didn't have to put anywhere else and we saw that this must be somewhat legit. Then we had to knock on the door of her neighbor at 9:30 at night to ask if he could carry it upstairs for us. It was one of those moments when a boyfriend really would have come in handy.

This all occurred after a conversation with Cristen and Alice about the fact that a lot of guys just don't get why women are scared of strange men and careful in situations where they could be vulnerable. For example, Alice walks to the grocery store each week, and one man pulled over last week and asked if she needed a ride home. Do you really think she's going to get in that car? I'm sure he was a perfectly nice guy who wanted to help, but really. It stinks that we can't be more trusting of people, just because of a few bad apples.

Right now all I have is a whistle in my purse. Tweeeet tweet. Yeah. I think I'm going to invest in some Mase tomorrow.