TSTL is the short version of 'Too Stupid To Live'...it's when the heroine goes into a creepy cellar without a weapon.
Well, I have my version of TSTL.
I got in a car with a strange man.
At the time I was job hunting, a freshly graduated senior. Age - seventeen.
That might account for the stupidity.
After countless interviews, I was walking home, a car pulled up, the man inside asked me if I was looking for work.
"Yes," I said hopefully.
And I did.
Thankfully it was a Volkswagon, but I was seated very close to him. He turns down a street and managed to go into one of California's concrete waterways. (These are used to control the rain whenever it's needed.) That's when I got worried.
He stopped. I wondered if I could open the door and sprint away, which would have been a miracle as I was wearing heels.
He asked a few questions, then asked me if he could feel my back for a modeling job. I turned and his hands roamed over my back, which scared the dickens out of me. Sprinting shoeless seemed like a possibility.
Then I told him that I needed to leave as my mother was expecting me home.
He started up the car, and we left. I was still nervous and told him to stop as soon as he reached some homes.
He let me out and I was so relieved when he drove off.
I changed my job hunting skills to the next largest town.
I was lucky.
So many young women aren't.