Since I was driving through the old neighborhood when I got lost on my way to the auto body shop, my dad and I were comparing "ghetto" stories. It was pretty hilarious. Especially since this is where we called home from the time I was in 1st grade-10th grade. Here are a few:
I was enjoying a nice little dinner in Burger King when a guy ran in and frantically asked the cashier for some napkins and revealed his bleeding abdomen. He had obviously been stabbed. The poor cashier panicked and asked if she should call the police or something. He refused her help and ran out of Burger King with his stack of napkins.
My sister and I noticed a lot of police running towards our neighbor's house so we started watching out the window. All of them had bullet proof vests and helmets on. My dad saw what was going on and told us to get away from the window. Eventually they dragged one of the neighbors out in cuffs. Still don't know what happened. Meth Lab?
My dad noticed a scuffle in the parking lot while he was at the blockbuster by our house. And then he realized the scuffle was over a handgun. He ducked behind a brick wall with some other customers while one guy tried to wrestle a handgun away from the other.
One of the boys I had a crush on in middle school had his own little business going. Since he couldn't drive, he would ride his little scooter down to the mall to deliver "dime bags". I got over that crush pretty fast.
...These are just a few of the funniest/scariest stories. Please keep in mind this is a suburb of Denver we are talking about- not inner city DC.
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PS: I think my dad's blockbuster story takes the cake. I think he put his house on the market soon after that one.
ReplyDeleteOh man Katherine! You grew up ROUGH! That cracks me up... I for sure grew up in the middle of the dessert, where you just didn't see a whole lot of gun scuffles!
ReplyDeleteIt really wasn't THAT rough. Haha or at least it didn't seem that way at the time. But, looking back it does seem a little crazy!
ReplyDeleteHaha this is hilarious. I totally remember hearing about the Burger King incident. My mom, sisters and I sometimes reminisce of the dangers of our old neighborhood. I remember being followed by guys in cars as we walked to the park behind the YMCA and having an armed car thief run through our backyard.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't forget the time we had to go to court...in middle school...Fun times... :P
-Christine
Oh my goodness I totally forgot about having to go to court!!! At least we got to miss school for a few hours though, right? All because a girl threw rocks at us on the way to the bus stop....
ReplyDeleteLOL Christine I miss you!!