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Mar 12, 2007 10:18

Have you ever woken up from a dream because you were just dead scared of what was coming next?

I just did. I can’t really call it a nightmare, but it’s the first time my brain ever did me such a favor.

There I was, a young English lad about the age of 15, working a late night at my job. In comes a good sized fella who heads straight to an aisle in the middle of the store, picks up a big board game box and heads for the exit. Did I mention this was a video rental store? Well I was aghast at his audacity and ran in front of him and blocked the entrance.

“What’re you doing? Put that back.”

Surprised he stands there for a moment. But then he starts to barter with me.

“Ah. Fine fine you caught me. Here. I’ll tell you what. Have the board back.”

He opens up the box, puts the game board on the counter and begins walking forward, but I hold my ground.

“Look. Look. I don’t even need the top. Have the top.”

He puts the top of the box onto the counter as well and looks at me, starting to get obviously annoyed. I say nothing, but do not move.

“Here. Look. I don’t need any of this. I don’t need any of this. I’m just going to take the cards. I’m just taking the cards.”

He removes a deck of cards from the box and puts everything else on the counter. At this point he looks not just surprised that I haven’t given into his deal yet, but absolutely bewildered as to what I’m doing. As if his logic was spot on and if I were any normal person I would’ve patted his back on the way out like old school chums. But I was no normal person. I was a stick to your guns, English lad of about 15.

He looks at me. I look at him. Enough of this!

“I’m calling the police.”

It was around this time that the guy turned around and went to the other door in the store. Damnit! I was hoping he hadn’t noticed it. I pick up the phone and dial 911 as I turn and run out the door I in hopes of at least catching a license plate number. I remember arguing in my head, “Is this really an emergency enough to call 911? Maybe I should call the non-emergency number. But I don’t know the non-emergency number here.” And then the phone was answered by my grandma’s answering machine. Buah? I look up at the thief. It turns out he’s working in a team and his gal is pulling around a mini van for him to get in. But first he heads toward the back of his van unfolding a temporary license. He’s going to cover his license plate!

Then he puts it on the side of his mini-van. Gets in and drives off. I clearly see the uncovered real license number, 8063 9093, and yell it out to him as they drive off so he knows his can know his plan failed! I start repeating it to myself as I walk back in and start to call the police again. But then I realize I hear car tires squealing… they’re turning around. I go to lock the door. The deadbolt, it won’t go in… it won’t go in! I run to the other door. It’s about half a foot to small for the frame, the dead bolt won’t even reach. I can’t lock the doors. I can’t lock the doors. OH GOD I CAN’T LOCK THE DOORS!

And then I wake up, heart racing. I woke myself up because I was going to get my ass beat.
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