So I was walking back at night, on my way home from my shift at work. It's a short walk, and though sketch, one I can usually take without being too afraid. I'm about to turn into the street where I live, and at the corner of the intersection, a dude pulls up and asks if I need a ride. I ignore him at first, hoping he'll just give up and drive off, but he asks again.
This time, I tell him no. That would be stupid. (I didn't say that part.)
But as he drove away, I figured there were two possibilities. He could have been a guy genuinely offering a ride or he could have been a rapist/killer. There's no way of knowing. I'll never know if he wanted to kill me, because I never said yes.
What strikes me is how drastically different the outcomes of these possibilities were, and yet both were equally likely given the information I had. (Okay, not equally. I guess statistically, he was less likely to be a killer than a guy offering a ride. And there's the possibility that there were other possible outcomes as well. Also, I would have never said yes, so there's that, too.)
It's crazy to think that I could be handcuffed to someone's water heater right now, or perhaps be exactly where I am, based off of such a simple decision at such a moment in time.
Maybe it's a little narcissistic to think that someone is only offering a ride because they have their sights set on my death. He could have just been in a generous mood. Who knows.