Not Just Scared, F'ing Scared
This afternoon I went skating at the lakefront. I've long said that if something happens to me long before my time, that I should be cremated and my ashes spread out over Lincoln Memorial Drive.
I drove back towards home, realizing I had about 24 on the DTE meter. So I figured on getting my car washed and putting some gas in the tank. Not so fast. My car started, right on the freeway, to choke on me. Downshifting, I pulled into the exit lane for 35th street. It's amazing I had anywhere near enough power to pull into the BP station on 35th.
I got out of my car. Now mind you, I grew up and went to an inner city high school. Being the only white person within miles is not intimidating to me. Never has been. But today as I stepped out of my car, my heart was in my throat. My stomach felt like ice. My normal comfort was not there and I couldn't talk myself out of it. I was very, very very ...f'ing scared. For the first time.
(and if you're an out-of-towner, please Google "Scott Huggins" for context.)
I drove back towards home, realizing I had about 24 on the DTE meter. So I figured on getting my car washed and putting some gas in the tank. Not so fast. My car started, right on the freeway, to choke on me. Downshifting, I pulled into the exit lane for 35th street. It's amazing I had anywhere near enough power to pull into the BP station on 35th.
I got out of my car. Now mind you, I grew up and went to an inner city high school. Being the only white person within miles is not intimidating to me. Never has been. But today as I stepped out of my car, my heart was in my throat. My stomach felt like ice. My normal comfort was not there and I couldn't talk myself out of it. I was very, very very ...f'ing scared. For the first time.
(and if you're an out-of-towner, please Google "Scott Huggins" for context.)
posted by Phelony Jones at 9:16 PM
6 Comments:
Too bad we don't know each other better....I work downtown and depending on the time of day was right around that area twice during the day today.....I'd have had your back.....glad everything worked out ok....
I don't blame you. The fear of random violence like that is almost worse than anything.
So....was your problem a lack of fuel or was it a filthy fuel-filter?
One thing I would like to clarify... my fear was more based on a copycat type of action than any other variables.
And I was of course, damned scared I wouldn't make it to the gas pump. I should really get that fixed...
Two words .... conceal carry.
Two more words: peter's right.
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