One time, I got a flat very late at night, so I pulled in to a gas station. I tried putting air in my tire, but the valve broke off as I tried, causing the tire to completely deflate.
I was standing outside my car, talking to AAA when a large, older black man approached me. He disregarded the fact that I was on the telephone, and asked if I needed help. A little weirded out, I smiled politely and thanked him, but told him I had AAA and they would take care of me. He insisted that he would help me, and gestured towards a silver car parked in the shadows, telling me he would drive me anywhere. I again thanked him, and told him no. He then said he was there to buy a soda and did I want anything? At this point I was fed up and a little scared, so I firmly told him he needed to go buy his soda, and I was going to get into my car now.
He walked off, I locked myself in the car, and the dispatcher at AAA, who had been on the phone for the entire conversation, asked if I wanted her to call the police. I told her no, it was fine. I didn't want to come off as racist. God I was an idiot. I've since learned the difference between racism and looking out for your personal well being. "Well," the woman from AAA said, "You might not think you're in any danger, but I'm concerned, so I'm bumping you to the top of the list."
We hung up, and I sat in the car, bored. At this point, I noticed my new friend had come out of the store and was standing about 20 feet from my car, staring at me. I thought this was very bizarre, and I started feeling a little nervous. I made sure my doors were safely locked. Over the next 20 minutes or so, I would take sidelong glances in his direction to see if he was still there. Eventually, he disappeared, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then, suddenly, I saw him again- he had stepped back inside the store and was crouched behind a window cling, staring directly at me. This was too much- racism or no, I was f*****g freaked out. I called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
I explained the situation, and that I was scared.
"Ok, I'll dispatch an officer to you immediately."
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary, I don't want to waste anyone's time. Could you please just stay on the phone with me until the tow truck gets here? That way, if he approaches me again, I can show him I'm on the phone with the police."
"Alright...sweetheart, can you tell me exactly where you are?"
"Sure. I'm at the Hess on Colonial and...Mercy Drive, it looks like."
The dispatcher paused.
"Miss, I don't mean to alarm you, but I need to let you know- you are currently stranded at one of the most dangerous intersections in the country. I'm dispatching an officer immediately, you need to promise that you won't exit your car for any reason and do NOT hang up the phone until either a police officer or your tow truck is there."
So, I stay on the phone, nervous, but not really thinking anything would happen. I would occasionally glance back at the store to see if Mr. Creeper was still there...until, finally, he disappeared!
I told the dispatcher, very relieved by this turn of events when suddenly-- the man somehow appeared in front of my car! He was walking right towards me, straight into my headlights! He reached down to adjust his pants when- BAM.
Yeah, that's right. He pulled his p***s out.
I burst into tears and started shouting into the phone what was happening. I averted my eyes to the steering wheel, not wanting to look at it.
Now, since I was looking at my steering wheel, it came as quite a surprise when he appeared at my passenger door and tried to force his way in. Adreneline is a funny thing- no longer was I a broken victim. I was *pissed.*
I started screaming all sorts of obscenities at him. I told him I was on the phone with the F*****G police, and they were going to put his a*s in JAIL. I called him a b*****d, a son of a b***h, a c**t. The poor 911 dispatcher must have thought I opened my door to scream at him, so she in turn was screaming at me to shut the door and wait for the cops.
After maybe 3 minutes of screaming at him, he seemed to realize I wasn't responding favorably to his attempts at wooing the gentle lady that I am. He strolled towards some gas pumps about 10 feet away, and stayed there.
Several minutes after that, the tow truck rolls in. A gentlemen got out of the truck, and started heading my way. He noticed I wasn't getting out of my car to greet him, so he pointed at his hat, which proudly stated AAA.
He got right up to my car door, and I shook my head violently, refusing to get out. I c*****d the door open, and his face changed- he saw that I had tears running down my cheeks and mascara smeared under my eyes.
I explained quickly what had happened, nodding towards the man calmly standing by the gas pumps. He had put his d**k away at this point.
I saw the tow truck driver's face harden.
"Did that m**********r hit you?"
He thought the smeared mascara was, in fact, a set of black eyes. I shook my head, no.
"Lock your doors and tell the police to get there f*****g asses here NOW. I'm going to make sure this s**t head doesn't leave."
I watched him walk over to Mr. Creeper, and held my breath, expecting fists to be thrown. Instead, I saw what looked like a very cordial conversation. I found out after that he decided to pleasantly ask for directions to keep him here.
Suddenly, we heard sirens. Mr. Creeper wildly looked in the direction of the sound, then directly at me, then glared at my Knight in Rusty Armor. He realized he had been tricked.
The police showed up, he was handcuffed, and I had to write the mother of all witness statements. They searched him, and it turns out he had a crack pipe on him, and that he was under the influence of c*****e.
So yeah. That's my story. It wasn't pleasant, but I'm glad it happened to me and I was able to get him arrested. I shudder to think what would have happened to some other poor girl if he had gone free that night.
*TL;DR The first p***s I ever saw belonged to a 40 year old black man who was high on crack c*****e. Lucky me!*.
I was standing outside my car, talking to AAA when a large, older black man approached me. He disregarded the fact that I was on the telephone, and asked if I needed help. A little weirded out, I smiled politely and thanked him, but told him I had AAA and they would take care of me. He insisted that he would help me, and gestured towards a silver car parked in the shadows, telling me he would drive me anywhere. I again thanked him, and told him no. He then said he was there to buy a soda and did I want anything? At this point I was fed up and a little scared, so I firmly told him he needed to go buy his soda, and I was going to get into my car now.
He walked off, I locked myself in the car, and the dispatcher at AAA, who had been on the phone for the entire conversation, asked if I wanted her to call the police. I told her no, it was fine. I didn't want to come off as racist. God I was an idiot. I've since learned the difference between racism and looking out for your personal well being. "Well," the woman from AAA said, "You might not think you're in any danger, but I'm concerned, so I'm bumping you to the top of the list."
We hung up, and I sat in the car, bored. At this point, I noticed my new friend had come out of the store and was standing about 20 feet from my car, staring at me. I thought this was very bizarre, and I started feeling a little nervous. I made sure my doors were safely locked. Over the next 20 minutes or so, I would take sidelong glances in his direction to see if he was still there. Eventually, he disappeared, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then, suddenly, I saw him again- he had stepped back inside the store and was crouched behind a window cling, staring directly at me. This was too much- racism or no, I was f*****g freaked out. I called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
I explained the situation, and that I was scared.
"Ok, I'll dispatch an officer to you immediately."
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary, I don't want to waste anyone's time. Could you please just stay on the phone with me until the tow truck gets here? That way, if he approaches me again, I can show him I'm on the phone with the police."
"Alright...sweetheart, can you tell me exactly where you are?"
"Sure. I'm at the Hess on Colonial and...Mercy Drive, it looks like."
The dispatcher paused.
"Miss, I don't mean to alarm you, but I need to let you know- you are currently stranded at one of the most dangerous intersections in the country. I'm dispatching an officer immediately, you need to promise that you won't exit your car for any reason and do NOT hang up the phone until either a police officer or your tow truck is there."
So, I stay on the phone, nervous, but not really thinking anything would happen. I would occasionally glance back at the store to see if Mr. Creeper was still there...until, finally, he disappeared!
I told the dispatcher, very relieved by this turn of events when suddenly-- the man somehow appeared in front of my car! He was walking right towards me, straight into my headlights! He reached down to adjust his pants when- BAM.
Yeah, that's right. He pulled his p***s out.
I burst into tears and started shouting into the phone what was happening. I averted my eyes to the steering wheel, not wanting to look at it.
Now, since I was looking at my steering wheel, it came as quite a surprise when he appeared at my passenger door and tried to force his way in. Adreneline is a funny thing- no longer was I a broken victim. I was *pissed.*
I started screaming all sorts of obscenities at him. I told him I was on the phone with the F*****G police, and they were going to put his a*s in JAIL. I called him a b*****d, a son of a b***h, a c**t. The poor 911 dispatcher must have thought I opened my door to scream at him, so she in turn was screaming at me to shut the door and wait for the cops.
After maybe 3 minutes of screaming at him, he seemed to realize I wasn't responding favorably to his attempts at wooing the gentle lady that I am. He strolled towards some gas pumps about 10 feet away, and stayed there.
Several minutes after that, the tow truck rolls in. A gentlemen got out of the truck, and started heading my way. He noticed I wasn't getting out of my car to greet him, so he pointed at his hat, which proudly stated AAA.
He got right up to my car door, and I shook my head violently, refusing to get out. I c*****d the door open, and his face changed- he saw that I had tears running down my cheeks and mascara smeared under my eyes.
I explained quickly what had happened, nodding towards the man calmly standing by the gas pumps. He had put his d**k away at this point.
I saw the tow truck driver's face harden.
"Did that m**********r hit you?"
He thought the smeared mascara was, in fact, a set of black eyes. I shook my head, no.
"Lock your doors and tell the police to get there f*****g asses here NOW. I'm going to make sure this s**t head doesn't leave."
I watched him walk over to Mr. Creeper, and held my breath, expecting fists to be thrown. Instead, I saw what looked like a very cordial conversation. I found out after that he decided to pleasantly ask for directions to keep him here.
Suddenly, we heard sirens. Mr. Creeper wildly looked in the direction of the sound, then directly at me, then glared at my Knight in Rusty Armor. He realized he had been tricked.
The police showed up, he was handcuffed, and I had to write the mother of all witness statements. They searched him, and it turns out he had a crack pipe on him, and that he was under the influence of c*****e.
So yeah. That's my story. It wasn't pleasant, but I'm glad it happened to me and I was able to get him arrested. I shudder to think what would have happened to some other poor girl if he had gone free that night.
*TL;DR The first p***s I ever saw belonged to a 40 year old black man who was high on crack c*****e. Lucky me!*.