...and while I had the jeep parked across the driveway for winching, a Lexus comes in the drive. I didnt see her, and didnt hear anything because the tractor, jeep, and winch were running...until I heard a voice....."sir. Sir....sir...sir...sir. .sir..." She had stopped about a hundred feet from me. I asked what she wanted. "Is this the right place....I am from the YMCA."
No, not me. With the Jeep and tractor still running, I took a few steps towards her car..she backed up the same distance, maintaining the 100 feet. I moved up again, she backed up again.
I hollared out what house number she was looking for....didnt have one...I asked for the name of the person, she didnt know. Just had vague directions, and that it was a "farm" on pickard road. I told her that there were maybe a couple dozen places out here that you could call a farm.
One last time, i walked towards her car, maybe I'd get lucky and get her plate number. She backed up again, still maintaining the hundred feet.
At this point, i decided i was tired of messing around, and went back to getting the tractor free.
I COULD have moved the Jeep and let her turn around just past it. Naw, if she didnt want to cooperate, or trust me that much, i would just let her back up the 1/4 mile towards the paved road to a turn around.
Sent from my SM-G930V using Tapatalk