Car Jacked

I remember a post I did where I mentioned a first time for everything. Well, I had my first car-jacking.

Sunday I decided to cash a check I had which had been sitting on my desk for quite some time. And yes, my bank does allow Sunday deposits if you are wondering. I figured the trip was going to be a short trip to the bank, and back home-10 minutes top. I didn't take my cell phone, and I didn't take my wallet; Just the check.

I drove up to a street light and it was red, so I stopped, of course. I decided to scrutinize the check I was about to deposit. As I was doing so, the passenger side door flew open and a lady climbed into the car. As she was climbing in the car, I freaked out and tried to drive up just a little so she could get out. She didn't get out though. She quickly jumped in and shut the door.

I was totally speechless. She started off by telling me "I don't mean to do this to you..." and I completely tuned her out, thinking she was about to kill me or take my car, rob me, or even rape me! She was in her early 40s, deprived, horrible clothes, atrocious smell, etc. I snapped out death racing through my head and asked her what she said again. She then proceeded to tell me how she hated doing this to me but she needs to get to Walmart.

I told her that I was sorry, but I was just going to deposit a check. She begged and started talking about how she didn’t have anywhere to live, no money, and a horrible pain in her leg and needed to go to Walmart to get a prescription. After every sentence, she told me she was a nice lady and meant no harm. I was thinking, “Sure, how do I know this.”

I then realize (with the help of blaring horns) that I was still at the light and proceeded to drive. All the while she is crying and talking about her mother dying and she doesn’t know anyone in town, and really needs my help with something. That is when death started racing through my head again. She then starts talking about money and how she doesn’t have any and needs it for her prescription. I thought to myself, “If I tell her no, then she might get upset and kill me.” I did tell her that I didn’t have any money, which was true-cash anyway. I told her I didn’t have my wallet and she really started to go crazy, which I expected her to. She happen to look down and see change in my father’s (still haven’t gotten my car) change compartment. She looked up at me and asked if she could have it. I reluctantly told her yes.

I finally reach Walmart, thinking she wasn’t going to get out or ask me to do something else. She did get out though. She apologized and thanked me for what I did and told me god will bless me with all the blessing one could wish for. She didn’t say it in that manner, but similar. I was a little shaken up, but was relaxed and sat in the Walmart parking lot for about a minutes or two to examine what just happen.

I went on my way back home to tell the family. My mother is good friends with the cops and told me that she would inform the police about the matter. I didn’t want to file a police report because she was nice, but she went about it the wrong way.

The morale of this true story is to always lock your car doors. I usually do this, but the day I leave my wallet, phone, and forget to lock the door, is the day I get car-jacked. Figures!