posted on Oct, 15 2012 @ 10:59 AM
This is one of the creepiest and scariest moments in my life of nearly 50years.
I help manage a farm supply store. We sell trailers and in NC, selling a trailer is like selling a car. You need the ID, license, bill of sale, title,
etc. Then you go down to DMV local office and switch the title from dealer to buyer.. takes like minutes.
We had sold a man a trailer...5x8 mesh floor... he called and wondered if we had time to go and switch it.
"Sure, in about 15 minutes... ok, swing by and I'll ride down there with you." No problem.
He shows up unshaven, stressed and nervous, with a cast on... looks like a landscaper... kinda sorts.
He is driving a beat up Chevy Blazer.. black, unique but it wouldn't standout in a parking lot. And when we go to get in, he has to open the door...
it doesn't open from inside.
OK... so I have seen all the movies.. read multiple books and seen "Criminal Minds" enough to get nervous. He is leading me around the situation so
I know he likes control. Fits the bill so far for a serial killer as everything is dictated by him... remeber, I am trying to be diplomatic as this
guy "says" he bought a trailer and needs the title switched.
The customer is always right... "OK. Calmdown... it's gonna be alright. You've just seen to many movies." LOL
On the other hand, how many times do we say..."If they had just seen the signs." this guy had signs aplenty.
So, I tell myself... the first sign of trouble, anything and I mean ANYTHING unsual... you bail.. but wait, the door is broke and I can't open the
As I see the store back off in the rear view mirror and we near the street parking lot exit... he starts to turn right.
"Sir, the DMV is to the left about a mile."
"Well, I don't want to go that way. this is my truck and I'll go the way I want to."... in no uncertain terms.
By this time, I got a heavy,sick, dark feeling come over me. These kind of people like to be in control and do not like "victims" that resist...
doesn't fit their paradigm. So, I grabbed my case cutter from my back pocket, told him to" Let me out now."
He looked at me and said..."What, right here...why?"
"LET ME OUT NOW"
"LET ME OUT NOW!"
I am really starting to freak out, the adrenaline is going hard, I am getting ready to break out the window or use the cutter to start slashing at him
if he even gets near me.
"LET ME OUT NOW!"
He slows and pulls into a shopping center, gets out and opens the door.
He obviously is upset and bewildered, but I simply say "Thank You." and start walking like hell back up the street to the store. I am now sweating
profusly, shaking, my heart is pumping a mile a minute...
All the while, I am thinking that I may lose my job... BUT I am alive.
POST NOTE: He was actually a customer that meant no harm. He was just having a bad day and I really put it over the edge. As it turned out, I kept my
job, he got his title switched.. and we all nervously laughed about it when it was resolved.
Oh...My manager went with him down to DMV... me do it, are you kidding me?