Ok I think a little background is needed here. First these are three short stories..mostly because they happened a long time ago, and I only remember certain things. Second while the stories happened several months apart it was at a time when I had just gotten over being told I had 2 years to live at most. I had developed a fatalistic outlook on life, and was pretty fearless. I would say that these stories made (counting medical reasons) the score ME 5, Death 0 .. but the last I will let you decide if it counts or not. Ok enough background..to the three (really short) tales of Mytical's stupidity.
All's Fair in Love and War
I was working at the fairground, in a t-shirt painting booth. I collected the money, wrote down what the customers wanted, and my boss was doing the painting. (Off topic she was dang good at it too, not a good human being, but a great artist..).
A man come rushing through the crowd yelling "I am going to kill that !", and a loud boom was heard as he fired a shot into the air. Everybody scattered, except me. He was waiving the gun, looking to aim it at her (she was cowering in the corner of the booth, nowhere to go). I stepped right into the way, the gun aimed at my head.
"Move you idiot! I want her, not you!" and something about he didn't care if he went through me.
Now the local police had a presence at the fair, in fact they had a bus not too far away from where all this was taking place..so I knew that it was only a matter of moments before the boys in black (they wore black...not blue) were going to arrive. So ...
"You have about one shot. You can kill me, and go to jail for no good reason, or you can put it down." Don't get me wrong even with a fatalistic outlook..I was scared witless..but I knew if I moved..he was going to kill her. I honestly didn't think he wanted to hurt anybody else..or else he would have already.
He moved right up to me, the gun touching my forehead. Just for a moment..I thought I was wrong..then he lowered the gun. The boys in black were on him in a heartbeat..but I will never forget that look. The look of pure rage. He had wanted to kill her something bad. I still to this day have NO idea why he didn't just go through me.
Money is the point
I was working (later then the above, this happened months after the gun incident) at a local grocery as a cashier (before wally world). We were told..if robbed just give up the money, no muss no fuss. I never was good at taking orders.
Guy comes up, pulls what I THOUGHT was a stun gun..orders me to empty the register.
"No."
He brandished the 'taser' and said "What do you mean no?! I will gut you."
I thought that was an odd statement for somebody with a stun gun, until he brought it up and I got a good look..it was a bowie knife. "Did I stutter? No."
He takes a quick swipe, I move out of the way..and hit his arm sending the knife flying..other employees are coming up..he looks around..and runs for the hills. He got away (I was having a mini heart attack or something, trying not to faint..and the others were not close enough). We gave the knife to the police..and they did catch him days later. I was yelled at for 'trying to be a hero!' and put on probation. *shrugs*
Last but not least...
Dead end street
Months later I was doing a side job as a parking attendant for a festival. Our job was to guide people where to park. I was doing just that, and apparently the guy didn't like where I was wanting him to park. Never found out why, but he must have wanted a different parking spot...because he passed it up, coming right up on me. I lightly tapped the hood, dancing backward, and indicated the spot again. He revved his engine, hopped forward a little, making me jump back again. I banged on his hood a little harder and pointed at the spot a little more ... aggressively. He revved his engine, hopped forward, I jumped completely out of the way..and he was gone. Never figured what the heck that was about.
All's Fair in Love and War
I was working at the fairground, in a t-shirt painting booth. I collected the money, wrote down what the customers wanted, and my boss was doing the painting. (Off topic she was dang good at it too, not a good human being, but a great artist..).
A man come rushing through the crowd yelling "I am going to kill that !", and a loud boom was heard as he fired a shot into the air. Everybody scattered, except me. He was waiving the gun, looking to aim it at her (she was cowering in the corner of the booth, nowhere to go). I stepped right into the way, the gun aimed at my head.
"Move you idiot! I want her, not you!" and something about he didn't care if he went through me.
Now the local police had a presence at the fair, in fact they had a bus not too far away from where all this was taking place..so I knew that it was only a matter of moments before the boys in black (they wore black...not blue) were going to arrive. So ...
"You have about one shot. You can kill me, and go to jail for no good reason, or you can put it down." Don't get me wrong even with a fatalistic outlook..I was scared witless..but I knew if I moved..he was going to kill her. I honestly didn't think he wanted to hurt anybody else..or else he would have already.
He moved right up to me, the gun touching my forehead. Just for a moment..I thought I was wrong..then he lowered the gun. The boys in black were on him in a heartbeat..but I will never forget that look. The look of pure rage. He had wanted to kill her something bad. I still to this day have NO idea why he didn't just go through me.
Money is the point
I was working (later then the above, this happened months after the gun incident) at a local grocery as a cashier (before wally world). We were told..if robbed just give up the money, no muss no fuss. I never was good at taking orders.
Guy comes up, pulls what I THOUGHT was a stun gun..orders me to empty the register.
"No."
He brandished the 'taser' and said "What do you mean no?! I will gut you."
I thought that was an odd statement for somebody with a stun gun, until he brought it up and I got a good look..it was a bowie knife. "Did I stutter? No."
He takes a quick swipe, I move out of the way..and hit his arm sending the knife flying..other employees are coming up..he looks around..and runs for the hills. He got away (I was having a mini heart attack or something, trying not to faint..and the others were not close enough). We gave the knife to the police..and they did catch him days later. I was yelled at for 'trying to be a hero!' and put on probation. *shrugs*
Last but not least...
Dead end street
Months later I was doing a side job as a parking attendant for a festival. Our job was to guide people where to park. I was doing just that, and apparently the guy didn't like where I was wanting him to park. Never found out why, but he must have wanted a different parking spot...because he passed it up, coming right up on me. I lightly tapped the hood, dancing backward, and indicated the spot again. He revved his engine, hopped forward a little, making me jump back again. I banged on his hood a little harder and pointed at the spot a little more ... aggressively. He revved his engine, hopped forward, I jumped completely out of the way..and he was gone. Never figured what the heck that was about.
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