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Working at a convenience store. Sunday night, close to closing time. Two guys walk in, ask for cigarettes. As I turn around to get them, a knife pokes my back. I drop the cigs with an 'oh, shit' and they lead me to the back. The smaller one is waving the knife in my face, saying maybe he should just kill me now so I don't scream. I tell him I won't scream, just take what you want and get the hell out. The big guy is trying to open the register and calls out asking how. I tell him hit 'no sale', he takes the cash and they leave.
In the half hour of talking to the cops afterwards, I smoked a full pack of cigs. They were never caught, to my knowledge.
It was my second brush with death that month.
The first one, driving home in the rain from work in a rental while my previously wrecked car was being repaired, I tried to negotiate a curve, but the car didn't respond. It started to go straight instead, then fishtailed. Suddenly it spun out of control, up over the median curb, back down into the road. I let go of the steering wheel, told myself 'This is it' and sat back waiting for death. A final hit into the curb and the car stopped. I got out and just started looking at the car. Stupid tie-rod had disconnected. Back then, NJ had DMV cops and one came by, calling out that I couldn't leave the car there. I explained I just wrecked and he came over and we pushed the car to the side. A tow-truck pulled up, the driver explaining he'd gotten a call about an accident. Seems the tractor-trailer that I just barely missed hitting called him.
I don't care much for the month of March now....
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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