College Money

[hoopkid]

She stepped out of her car with a sigh, clicking the lock on the door unconsciously as she stood. Taking two steps, she stopped. A man was coming towards her, a glint in his eye. She’d already pocketed the keys, but she held her heavy book bag in such as way as to make it possible for her to strike with it.

“Can I help you?” she asked coldly.

“

Comments

[gypzeedancer]

so...is this fiction, or did you really do this?

because on one hand i'm thinking "go girl, go!!!" on the other hand "are you stupid?"

love ya

[hoopkid]

No, this didn't happen, love. I just have an active imagination, and this comes up every once in a while when I get out of my car.

[gypzeedancer]

good, that makes me feel better.

i understand the active imagination. i have let my mind wander down similar scenarios.

[crimson_713]

...that is totally bitchin'.

[hoopkid]

Thanks!

[txreisende]

This actually happened to me, only I'd never had any martial arts training, the man had a gun pointed at me, and I'd just been laid off that day, and there were no elderly parents in the picture. And there was a lot more cussing on my part. At the end of my diatribe, he just rolled his eyes, shoved the gun in the pocket of his windbreaker, said "Shit. Crazy white bitch." and walked off. I'll tell you the story sometime, but it would be somewhat superfluous.