Had the weather not been so threatening, the day not so old and me not feeling so knackered I would have thumbed a lift while walking along the road. But the way things had turned out I went over to some trees and waited there for vehicles to pass as they would give some protection should the rain get worse.
I had to wait for ages for the first car to come past, I was feeling so much tension it was exhausting. The occupants of the first car didn't even look at me and just drove on by. This happened several times but eventually two men in a works van pulled up which was a bit of a worry, this whole thing was a worry. If I'd arrived when I expected to I would just have walked all the way to Durness. It was especially worrying in this instance though as they weren't going the right way. I went to them and they seemed nice enough and said that they had to go and start a car for someone down the road but would be coming back my way if I want to get in. I didn't really fancy it though so declined. I think I must have been waiting for a stretched limo to show up or something! If they were being honest I could always get them on their return if I had no luck in between times.
Another couple of cars drove past before a small blue van with a dent in the passenger side showed up and stopped. The window went down and inside I could just make out this oldish man with big bushy hair.
I'll pause there to give you a warning that the next paragraph has some very disgusting language in it. It's only a small sample of what I had to endure but I want to include some just so you can get a better picture. So please DON'T read if you are likely to be offended.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" he said before I could even ask for a ride.
"I'm looking for a lift to Durness," I replied rather cautiously.
"Well you can fuck right off you stupid little cunt," was his reply to my request.
I was completely shocked by his attitude.
Before I could add any more he went on about how he was fed up of having to feel sorry for pathetic young c--ts like me getting themselves raped and murdered.
He finished off his tirade by saying, "Now piss off back to where you've come from."
I know I shouldn't have replied like this but I couldn't help myself.
"I take it that's a no then?"
He muttered something which I couldn't catch as the window was going up.
He crunched the van in to gear and sped off down the road before jamming on the breaks after about a hundred meters. It was clear that he'd been to grandfathers school of motoring. Again the van was crunched in to gear before reversing back towards me. I wasn't sure what was about to happen now, in fact it crossed my mind that he was about to try and run me over so I stood well back quite worried about this new approach. I got even more worried when he stopped and got out. Thankfully he stayed on his side of the van and laid in to me from there with more verbal abuse. I'll not subject anyone to anymore of the former as I think you'll get the picture by now.
"You might think you're a smart little F----r with your sarcasm," he started before going on to inform me that he was returning down this road VERY shortly and if I was to be found on his return he was going to get me by my scrawny neck and throw me in the back of his van before showing me where begging for a lift will get me. He lavished this advice with an overabundance of bad language which he spit out like venom at me across the roof of his van, whilst banging his hand on its roof. Looking at the dent in the side of his van I got the impression I wasn't the first to be blessed with his advice. I didn't look but I can imagine he's driving around with another dent in the drivers side roof now.
I never even opened my mouth this time. I didn't bother to meantion that I was on a public highway therefore at liberty to be here if I wished, I even refrained from telling him that it was none of his darn business. I just watched with relief his lights disappear in to the darkness.
I felt like someone had pulled out a plug from somewhere on my body thus allowing every drop of energy to drain from me. I wasn't feeling so good before he showed up but now I felt terrible. My legs felt like they were about to collapse from under me, my body and thighs were sweating so much I could feel my clothes sticking to my skin, even though it was quite cold. My hands were trembling to the point of having trouble wiping a droplet of water from my face, and I was having some problems focusing my eyes.
There was a rock back down the entrance to the track so I managed to get over to it and sat down, completely at a loss as to what was wrong with me and also what to do about the situation I'd got myself in to. I sat on the rock, in the dark and ever increasing rain, trying to think what to do but I literally couldn't. I seemed to be incapable of putting together a train of thought long enough to work even the simplest thing out. I just sat there with my elbows on my knees and my chin resting in my hands.
Suddenly, I didn't hear him approaching, a man of around fifty something was stood in front of me. I would have jumped out of my skin if I'd had the energy.
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