posted on Apr, 16 2014 @ 07:50 AM
I've been lurking for a few months but I have a story to share that fits with this perfectly.
I went to an elementary school that was part of the local university, a sort of laboratory school for the education department. As such, the school
schedule didn't exactly follow the schedule of the other schools in the city and county systems; sometimes our days off didn't match. This was a
problem every now and then because my mother was a teacher in the other system and had trouble finding someone to watch me when she had to work and I
didn't have to go to class.
There was a teacher inservice day scheduled on a Friday that didn't coincide with my mother's schedule. Apparently, the inservice wasn't announced
well enough in advance because when I told my mom, "Hey, I don't have school tomorrow!" her response was "Yeah, right."
No matter how I tried to convince her, she got me up and dressed and dropped off at school the next morning. A handful of cars were in the parking lot
but not much else and there I stood in front of an empty school. I pulled on the door to go in but it was locked. I cupped my hands and peered in and
spied one of the custodians. He came to the front door, unlocked it, and said, "Hey, what are you doing here? There's no school today."
At that moment a smallish tan/brown Datsun pulled up and stopped in front of the school where we were.
The driver opened the door and called me by name, motioned me over.
I walked over to the car while the custodian watched and held the door to the empty school open.
"Hey, Ty," the driver said. "Hop in and I'll take you over to your Dad." My dad worked on campus at the university.
I didn't know the driver. In fact, I'd never seen them before. But they knew my name and evidently knew my father. I know what people said about
getting into cars with strangers but just then I felt oddly compelled to get in the car. Never doubted my safety for a second. I hopped in the
passenger seat with a total stranger and we slowly pulled away from the school.
"You know my dad?" I asked the driver.
"Oh, I've known your dad a long time." they answered.
We drove down the block and to the athletic department building and the driver let me out and I made my way down to my dad's office. Dad was
surprised to see me. "Why aren't you at school?" he asked.
"I told you we didn't have school today."
"Well, How'd you get here?"
I then told him the story I just told you guys. Dad didn't know anyone who looked like the driver I described or drove a brown Datsun.
I never got the driver's name, never saw them again, and honestly now can't even tell you if they were male or female.