Kris and I were driving through the town where I attended high school. The corner where an insurance agency sits was a gas station. A bunch of skanky guys were standing outside. I asked Kris not to stare at them. They made some random comments.
One guy said, "Watch out for the crazy guy."
I didn't know what he meant until this blond haired guy walked up to us. He pointed a gun at Kris (we were stopped at a red light) and ordered Kris to hand him all of our valuables. Kris gave him his wallet and cell phone. The man reached for my purse, which sat under the radio. I snatched it from him, telling him that I had medication inside for diabetes that I needed. I took out my wallet, my cell phone, and some tylenol. He rifled through my purse and found my season football tickets for UGA, my change purse, and some ticket stubs. He asked if I had cash. I handed him two dollars. He ran over to a tan car and drove off. I called 9-1-1 on my cell phone and began talking to the operator. He stayed on the line with me as we followed the man who robbed us. Suddenly six police cars surrounded him. I asked the man what they would do with our robber.
"He'll be arraigned in two weeks and should receive probation," the dispatcher said.
I asked, "What if he tries to kill us?"
"Ahh, the police will try to get there in time before you die," he replied.
(And then the alarm clock went off for me to get to my 8:00 Friday Calculus class).
