I was reading Twilight today. After my other Blog entry about the other book in its series, Eclipse I decided to be a good reviewer and actually go out and buy the book. There is a part of it where the main character gets lost and runs into some sketchy folks. They turn out to be really sketchy, and they try and to jump her before she saved by her vampiric beau. It was strange though, when it got there, I just didn’t get it. This is the part I'm talking about:

“I started to realize, as I crossed another road, that I was going the wrong direction. The little foot traffic I had seen was going north, and it looked like the buildings here were mostly warehouses. I decided to turn east at the next corner, and then look around after a few blocks and try my luck on a different street on my way back to the boardwalk.

A group of four men turned around the corner I was heading for, dressed too casually to be heaving home from the office, but they were too grimy to be tourists. As they approached me, I realized they weren’t too many years older that I was. They were joking loudly among themselves, laughing raucously and punching each other’s arms. I scooted as far to the inside of the sidewalk as I could to give them room, walking swiftly, looking past them to the corner.”

At this point, I thought, “Well that was stupid! She could have asked them for directions!!!!” I read the whole section up through where they tried to jump her and I thought, “Wow… I totally didn’t see that coming.” I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I see that coming?” That, I have decided is a complex question.

First, these four men were “dressed too casually to be heaving home from the office, but they were too grimy to be tourists.” When you work at a warehouse, you don’t wear really nice clothes like you would wear working at an “office” job. That’s because, in the mix of pigment, salt, the dust on the paper rolls or whatever else you run into, the clothes are grungy. Then when those are stained, you aren’t exactly going to go out and buy new clothes, right? Thus, they aren’t tourist or office workers, they are warehouse workers. Would you expect any differently?

Second, “As they approached me, I realized they weren’t too many years older that I was.” Great! You have sometime in common. If are a good looking girl and there are a bunch of boys about your age lying around, ask THEM for directions! They will point out the streets, draw you a map and even walk you there if you let them. I was lost practically every day I was in Germany. This is a well tested fact.

Last, “They were joking loudly among themselves, laughing raucously and punching each other’s arms.” To me, that means, “Wow, would you look at that, they are having a good time!” I don’t GET the punching arms thing, but it means that you are one of the guys. I was walking down the hall with one of my D&D buddies one day in high school and he punches me in the arm. I look at him and I’m like, “Ow!” He blushed, looked very flustered and replied, “Sorry, I forgot…” As far as the laughing raucously, all kinds of folks laugh raucously. My RA and I laughed raucously at this documentary that we were watching. We got a noise complaint.

There was only one time when I ever felt really nervous about someone in that way. I was in Germany (lost again) and I managed to get on the bus going entirely the wrong direction. I ended up at the end of the bus line and the bus driver said that I had to get off. I didn’t want to because there was a sketchy guy sitting on the bench glowering at everything, but there was no arguing with him. I got off with my colorful tourist junk and sat on the other end of the bench from him, staring out at the street, trying not to be too bothersome.

He continued to glare and smoke and smoke and glare. He almost looked like a part of the bench, his long jacket so worn that it looked like it had become partly tar. The stubble on his chin sprouted erratically in his ashen face. He scooted a little further away from me. I think that was what hurt most. There was something distinctly elegant about him, but I could tell that he didn’t like me. I looked at him once and then looked back at the road, chewing at the insides of my lip. I wanted to know how long it would be, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him. Finally I bucked up my courage and asked, I think it was in some abhorrent German, when the bus was going to come back around. He shot me a glare.

“The driver has to have lunch. He’ll be back to go the other way in about thirty minutes,” he told me in English. I smiled, but his face remained closed. So, I sat on the end of the bench and wrought my fingers until the bus finally showed back up to take me back down the line. I got on the right bus and finally got back to the place I was staying very late. As you may have guessed, I didn’t have a scratch on me.

Now tell me honestly, am I naive? Should I have seen this twist in the plot coming? Or is this all a misunderstanding? In the end, it means that there is one of two lessons that we can learn from this. 1. I really need to be a little more careful. 2. When your lost, you should really just ask for directions.

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