I was in noteworthy happenings tonight. 4 young men were in my car. I was at a friend's visiting and he heard something, went to the door and said "There are people in your car!"
He no sooner had the door open and I was leapt up and running, full bore, feeling for my keys in my leather jacket if I had to unlock doors to get them out. One ran for it, then another had the front door open trying to flee right in my direction. There were two hiding in the backseat. I saw a knife in the front guy's hand but I kept yelling and scolding them. "HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY *&*&ING CAR! GET THE #$^% OUT OF MY CAR!!!! GET OUT!!! NOW! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT TOOK TO GET THIS CAR? DO YOU???" Well the guy with the knife thought better of it and slammed the door while scrambling to get across the street and out the door. He dropped his knife in the street while running. Meanwhile I yanked open the back door and those two fled out the other side, one pausing to lock it to keep me back. Heh, I'd have gone OVER the car instead though. They cleared off, left their bottle of cooler in the car and the knife in the street.
I called the police and they took a dog after them but because I didn't use the emergency line some 12 minutes had passed. They lost the trail. I've taken the car home to the garage, they had popped open a small ventilation window to get in the car.
It's being surmised that they intended to take the car so since I paid less than it's worth, maybe I should have let them have it? hehehehe
Every time I think of how hard it was to GET this car, or for that matter any of my things, I just get really defensive. You want my stuff you come through me and be aware that it's not going to be predictable.
Some pacifist huh? Well, I never ever have hurt another being with my hands. I've only made it look like it, like an angry cat. Seems to work.
I feel SO strong tonight, like I need fear no man. I have a mojo that protects me and it's the latent rage I built up as a child suffering peer abuse. I'm big and grownup now and I won't put up with any more of that rude and intolerable behaviour. I suppose. I mean, I'm strong, but I'm really only small of stature. My features are delicate. I wish I could see it on tape, try to understand what terrified 4 young toughs armed with a knife to send them scrambling like that. I'm sure glad they didn't own guns, but I don't expect them to here in Canada. I guess I'd be dead if the armed one pointed a gun instead of flashing a kitchen knife. My home and native land.
Note; some 3 days later this very car expired noisily while being pulled out of the garage. It still sits worthless in a field out of town. It's a shame we noticed the theft I guess.