So, this robbery only put me out $4 and I could have easily hit the perpetrator with my car, but still traumatizing and one of my friend's favorite things to roast me about. I am not going to lie, I could have handle the situation way better than what had recurred. In my defense, I had never been told how to handle a fake contraction zone, so any action I did was pulled from half instinct and half things I have seen people do in movies.

So, here is what happen. I was on the way to Butch's Auto Parts before work, in the rain, to get windshield wipers, because it was brought to my attention that they actually suck. I knew of this backroad leading right up the the back of this place, so I thought "what the hell" and took this sketchy unmarked road in the pouring rain. in the distance, I see a man sporting yellow safety vest, carrying what I would later realized was a stop sign freshly stolen from the town of Oakboro. So, as the rules of the road go, I stopped. I sat there gazing at this man through my super blurry windshield, wishing I had gotten windshield wipers a long time ago so I could actually adequately see what was going on, and wondering why I did not see any other people. There was not even a work truck or any sounds that may have indicated any work was being done on this road. My dumbass actually thought "maybe they are marking this unmarked road so thats cool, let them live let, them work ya know what I mean." Then, this man knocks on my untinted window, and again I sit there like an idiot trying to remember how to talk to a human. He asked me if I had any food, yes food, I tell him I don't, because hello I'm in my car, nothing in here is fresher than at least two days. Then things take a turn for the worst, he begins to handle and pull on my door handle. I begin to reminisce all the good times I have had in my Elantra, because I was certain it would be the last moments I had with her before she was stolen right out from under me. I quickly throw four one dollar bills through the one inch crack I had made, and went he ran to pick up the cash I tried to skirt . My skirt attempt did not last long, because then he leaped in front of my car, and I am too young to do prison time for manslaughter, so obviously I could not hit him right? So, I skirt across the road into someone's yard, throw her in reverse, and go 0 to at least 40 in the opposite direction.

Moral of the story: always carry cash.