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Originally Posted by SerialKiller
When I was a teenager, I was walking down the street when this man in a car grabbed me, & tried to force me into his car. I kicked & screamed bloody murder & I got away from him. I still have problems with my knee, because I hit it so hard on his car while I was kicking. I broke glass with it.
This lady helped me, but I never got to thank her. I was hysterical & freaking out. My former friend Julie told me that he probably thought I was one of the "working girls".
As if that excused it. My former best friend screamed at me that I probably had too much makeup on, & I didn't have any on. I just had on a sweater & jeans at the time. I screamed back that I could have been naked, & painted up like a Vegas showgirl, that still doesn't give anyone the right to do that to someone else.
I get paranoid in parking lots to this day, & I always carry my pepper spray in my hand when I'm out anywhere. I have a gun now & taser too. So it's never a good idea to sneak up on me when you catch me out & about.
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I was thinking of that old, "Oh, that was you?" joke... but I was afraid you'd hate my guts.
Mine was probably fish-tailing wildly on ice covered road at 60mph on two-lane highway while I was driving next to full 18 wheeler semi-truck. I thought I was a deadman. After I gained control and slowed behind him, I realized the adrenaline-plus my body produced made me very high. That was the last time I made a "gutsy driving move" to make up time.