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First, he said, “You know, if I wanted to, I could lock this car and take you wherever I wanted to go.”
Then, he locked it. We looked at each other through his mirror. We were riding down the Eisenhower at 3 am. I had spent the evening with a group of friends, but was taking a cab back to my parents’ house back in Oak Park. That was where I lived for the first two years after college. And cabs were often my only resource from the city. I stayed with friends or my sister when I could, but this night I needed to get home. The train was not an option, right?
“What did you just say?” I asked. I was beginning to panic. I grabbed my cell phone and my inhaler, knowing that I would need both.
He did a quick glance back and after a long pause, he laughed.
“Chill, I was just joking,” he said.
But when did one’s safety become a joking matter?