Simply Conceivable.
I was driving the Corolla on the highway...and I was getting off the Broad Street exit, I slowed eased on the brakes to slow down. Only, it wasn't slowing me down. The brakes had given out. After panicking for a second, I came to my senses quickly enough to realize, duh, use the emergency brake. I slowly lifted the emergency brake so as not to skid all over the place.
When I slowed to a stop, I slowly cruised into an autobody shop. I pulled in front of the garage of the shop which was on the right hand side of me and the office was next to it, across a small, one way street, to the left. I walked across the street to the office to see if they could fix my brakes. As I was walking over, there was a man standing there. I ended up sitting on a bench next to the sidewalk, to calm myself down. A few seconds after I sat down, this man sat right next to me. And I mean RIGHT next to me. Too close for comfort. So I stood up, irate, and yelled,"What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Can't you see I'm sitting here?! There's plenty of fucking room! Why the fuck do you have to sit so damn close to me?!" And I proceeded to walk away and into the office.
In the office, I asked the woman at the counter if they had brakes for a 92 Toyota Corolla. She looked it up in the computer and said,"No." I started to ask if she could tell me of a place that might. But she cut me off in the middle of my question and said,"We're not allowed to refer people to other places." So I left. Pissed off. As I walked back to my brake-less car, I noticed that man again, following me to my car. Quickening my pace, I fumbled with my car keys, trying to get the door unlocked as soon as possible. It is so difficult to do things quickly when you're nervous...I never realized this to be true until I was actually experiencing it.
I jumped into my seat after unlocking the door and relocked it as soon as I got into my car. I was shaking at this point, trying to compose myself. I look up and see that man standing at my car door. He must've started running as soon as he saw me get the key in the hole. He tried to open my door by the handle and after realizing I had already locked it, he put his hands on my driverside window. His hands were clean, but I could see his finger prints smearing downward as he tried to move my window down. He got it to move down about 4 inches before I was able to clumsily get the keys into the ignition and start the car. As soon as I started the car, I floored the accelerator like I never have before. I didn't care that I had no brakes. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to get as far away from that man as soon as possible and as fast as possible.
I did look in the rearview mirror though. I remember him grinning, hands in his pockets.
Why?
When I slowed to a stop, I slowly cruised into an autobody shop. I pulled in front of the garage of the shop which was on the right hand side of me and the office was next to it, across a small, one way street, to the left. I walked across the street to the office to see if they could fix my brakes. As I was walking over, there was a man standing there. I ended up sitting on a bench next to the sidewalk, to calm myself down. A few seconds after I sat down, this man sat right next to me. And I mean RIGHT next to me. Too close for comfort. So I stood up, irate, and yelled,"What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Can't you see I'm sitting here?! There's plenty of fucking room! Why the fuck do you have to sit so damn close to me?!" And I proceeded to walk away and into the office.
In the office, I asked the woman at the counter if they had brakes for a 92 Toyota Corolla. She looked it up in the computer and said,"No." I started to ask if she could tell me of a place that might. But she cut me off in the middle of my question and said,"We're not allowed to refer people to other places." So I left. Pissed off. As I walked back to my brake-less car, I noticed that man again, following me to my car. Quickening my pace, I fumbled with my car keys, trying to get the door unlocked as soon as possible. It is so difficult to do things quickly when you're nervous...I never realized this to be true until I was actually experiencing it.
I jumped into my seat after unlocking the door and relocked it as soon as I got into my car. I was shaking at this point, trying to compose myself. I look up and see that man standing at my car door. He must've started running as soon as he saw me get the key in the hole. He tried to open my door by the handle and after realizing I had already locked it, he put his hands on my driverside window. His hands were clean, but I could see his finger prints smearing downward as he tried to move my window down. He got it to move down about 4 inches before I was able to clumsily get the keys into the ignition and start the car. As soon as I started the car, I floored the accelerator like I never have before. I didn't care that I had no brakes. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to get as far away from that man as soon as possible and as fast as possible.
I did look in the rearview mirror though. I remember him grinning, hands in his pockets.
Why?