The lil’wrekker and I decided to drive to town. My insulin was ready to pick up and we needed to do some shopping.
Driving down the 2 lane state highway we encounter the highway department mowing the shoulders. They had warnings and employees with flags out. Telling us to slow down. We did. Poking along all of a sudden what sounded like a gun shot reverberated in the Mini Cooper. Stunning us. The lil’wrekker locked up the brakes(I think, don’t even really know what that means) But we stopped, forthwith.
In her windshield is a fist sized hole and a fist sized rock was sitting quietly between us, be-lying the fact it nearly beaned one of us.
We just stared at it. Dumbfounded.
Behind us coming up fast was a huge pick up. He was clearly not following the signs and flag persons. He skidded to a stop right near our vehicle. And hopped out.
The Lil’wrekker hit the door locks. The girl is all about self preservation.
I said, or screeched don’t roll the window down. No matter what.
He was pantomiming something pointing at her windshield. She cracked the glass and he sez “Don’t leave here, don’t move that rock” ran and zoomed off in his truck.
I’m always armed. I got my pistol pouch out, unlocked the trigger guard and loaded it. I put it under my right thigh after checking the safety.
We never said any thing else worth mentioning. But boy was my mind reeling.
This guy was clearly a serial killer. Two chicks in a car, lonely state highway, no traffic. Yep, we’re gonna die.
I looked over the edge of the narrow shoulder out my window. I see a crumpled bicycle. Visions of a person riding down the non-existent shoulder and getting hit go thru my head. They picked up the pieces if the body and left the remains of the bike. Ahead of us a little is some black cloth. What the heck. It’s a black bra and something else. Panties, I think.
Who loses their undergarments along a state highway? Jeez. This is a bad place. I’m wanting to turn tail and run. I was fixin’ to order the lil’wrekker to u-turn and drive. To hell with a rock and hole in the glass. We have insurance.
She sez, “He’s coming back!”
What the heck is on his pickup bed? A truck mounted cannon? It was huge. Why I didn’t see it before baffles me.
Again I tell her don’t roll the window down. As he walked up I clicked the safety off my little pistol.
He does the motion to roll down the window. She opens it about 2 inches. He sticks a piece of paper/form in at her.
She slings it over to me and leaves.
OM freakin’ G.
It was a restitution form to pay for the the damage to the car by the State.
As we drive off I see him picking up the crumpled bike frame. A good Samaritan? A serial killer? In his pickup bed is loads of metal scrap. Could be hiding a cannon or one of them bomb throwing things.
We may have dodged a bullet but not a fist sized rock.
I’m just now breathing normally.
