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|People are fucked up.
|Last night I had one of the most ridiculous events of my entire life take place.|
Here's what went down: I got off work around 2am. My friends Kasey and Brenna came to see me, and we were all sitting in the parking lot, hanging out and talking and not being obnoxious. All of the sudden, a wadded up Arby's bag full of trash comes flying over the top of Brenna's car and lands right in front of Kasey.
None of us had any idea what was going on until we saw the car that had pulled up on the opposite side of Brenna's car that we were on. The dude driving starts shouting at us, though we can't really understand him. Finall I hear him say something like "get back in your car right now!" or something along those lines, so I stand up to see what his deal was.
Here's an (probably inaccurate) description of the dialogue that followed:
Me: Excuse me? What's do you have a problem?
Dude: Get back in your car right now!
Me: What? What the fuck is your problem?
Dude: Get the fuck back in your car right now or I'll come over there and beat the shit out of you!
Me: Excuse me?! What the fuck is your problem?!
Then the dude pulls a gun.
Dude: Get the FUCK back in your car or I'll fucking pull the trigger.
I, being obviously a little bit in shock, kind of stood there for a second and stared at him.
Dude: I said I'll fucking shoot you if you don't get the fuck back in your car!
So I went and sat back down. Then he drove off.
None of us could honestly believe what had just happened. Basically, some completely random dude was totally unprovoked and he almost shot me. On the north side of town. In an Arby's parking lot. I don't believe it either.
Afterwards, we realized that we should have tried to get a better look at the dude, or at least his car. All we remembered was this: the car was dark-colored and a two door; the dude that pulled the gun was a little bit bigger, there was a chick in the front seat next to him, and another dude in the back (neither of them did anything, save for stare at me the whole time). So, I guess the moral of this story is to not hang out in the Arby's parking lot late at night. And when someone tell you to get the fuck back in your car, you get the fuck back in your car.