My Last 5 Diary Entries

It will be my first time...... - 2005-03-28

"Fun Times on McClellan Street" - 2005-02-23

"Dress Rehearsal" - 2005-02-05

DON'T DO IT!! - 2005-02-02

Here We Go! - 2004-12-31

Sweet Peeps

�Always Trust Yourself�

�Always Trust Yourself�

Okay kids it is time for yet another story from the Wendy files. If you totally love the tales of my life, you are in luck, I have plenty. If you don�t, tuff titty said the kitty but the milk�s still good.

I shall tell of an incident that occurred in my adult life. For those of you who are unsure, adult pretty much means paying your own way. There are lots of people who could tell a similar story and that is what makes it so effed up. The subject: crime victim.

Here is what happened. I was working third shift (Midnight-8) and my department had planned a Valentine�s Day party and it was my turn to do the shopping. Well, I got to work and had all these Wal Mart (where else do I shop?) bags full of shit in my car. Way too much for me to struggle with on my own. As luck would have it, a co-worker pulled in right behind me and he offered to help get the stuff. So I unlocked the car (a Ford Escort hatchback) and we started to get the bags. With the drinks and all it was still too much for us to try to tote so I said �You know what let�s go in and get a cart and come back.� So we went inside.

Everything was a little hectic when we got in the department as there was about a half hour overlap with the second and third shifts. Well, time slipped away and it wasn�t until about 1:30 that a female co-worker and I snagged a cart and headed to the parking lot.

When we got to the top of the steps leading to the parking lot, I noticed there were a lot of vacant parking spaces as second shift was long gone. So I said �Wait here with the cart and I will go move the car closer.�

So I am walking to my car and I notice that the passenger seat is flipped forward like when you have to move it to let someone in the back seat. And this is what still effs with me to this day. I remember first thinking, �that seat wasn�t like that before.� But as I continued to walk to the car I convinced myself that I had probably done it when the other guy and I started to get the stuff earlier. You should always, always, always go with your first instinct. It is always right and is there to protect you. Trust your instinct.

It is funny how you notice the strangest little thing in a split second. When I opened the door the thing that struck me was that the interior light didn�t come on. I knew this was wrong but realization was a milli-second too late. The next thing I see is someone in the back seat on the driver�s side, where I was, pointing a gun in my face. I was scared shitless!

I knew before she even spoke that it was a girl. A real tiny young looking girl. And I swear to God I remember thinking, �Bitch if you did not have that gun, I would whoop your scrawny ass all over this parking lot just for scaring the fuck out of me.� I know you have heard the expression, �That scared the piss out of me.� Well I now know that literally, this can happen. I am not ashamed I will admit it. I pissed on myself. That�s right I had a moment when I was so scared I was no longer in control of my own bodily functions. So she says to me, �Don�t say a word, just get in the car!�

Let�s just say there a few things in this world Wendy ain�t about to do willingly and right at the top of that list is getting in a car with a crazy bitch wielding a pistol. Nu-uh. No way, no how. I screamed as loud as I could and slammed the door. I then took off running. Just a side note: My employer had recently decided that our attire must always be professional even though we worked in the middle of the night and saw no one except the seven people that made up my department. This meant that women had to wear dress shoes and stockings. Why is this important? Because while I am making like Jesse Owens out that motherfucker, I am pissed because I know that if I had on my bo bos I would be stroking just a little bit faster.

Anyway, I ran back to where the other girl was and she was just confused. She could not tell what was going on. So she says, (and this is the truth) �What the hell is the matter with you? Did you see a spider or something?� A spider? Let it be known that I am not scared of goddamn spiders. They do not make me scream nor do they cause me to flee. I say, in between gasps of air, �There is a girl with a gun!� �What? A gun?� she says. �Get your ass in the building.� This was probably quite a comical exchange when I think back on it, but at the time---not funny at all.

A guy leaving the building heard the commotion, and as we look back, we see her running from my car. This idiot decides to chase her. I appreciate his acting kindly and heroically, but for real, let that bitch go. He did not catch her though because she jumped in a car parked further back and they took off without even turning on their headlights.

In case you are wondering, we do have security guards. However, the Grandpa on duty that night never heard a thing and was not even able to call 911 when we got back in. Well, the cops come and they start talking and then it all became so dream-like. I was thinking, �No way did that just happen. No way.� As I talked to them, in my mind I was like, �Maybe I imagined it.� All of that nonsense went out the window when we went outside to show them what had happened. I saw the passenger-side door standing open and I knew that I had not done that and my ass was scared all over again.

The cops were, in a word, stupid. They asked shit like, �What kind of gun was it?� Fuck if I know. I ain�t no connoisseur of weapons. It was black, this I know. Then they asked, �Are you sure it was real.� Let me tell you something. At 1:30 a.m. with someone I don�t know in the back of my car holding a gun, it don�t have to be real. I get the goddamn point if you know what I mean.

Of course, they couldn�t find her. But frankly, that ain�t helping me none. I was traumatized for a while. I was scared to come to work. I would get ready, go out the door, get to my car and go back inside. When I finally did go back it was the worst night of my life. I was sick to my stomach and sweating the whole time. I felt like I would pass out. The next night was a little better and so on.

I still think about it every time I go to my car. I don�t go to the parking lot alone at night and I damn sure don�t ever leave my car unlocked. Not even if I think I will be back in a few minutes.

Sorry this was so long. But some of you asked for it.