In some of these chronicles it may seem like things got a little rough. They really weren't. Although...
One rainy dark Sunday night we were closing the bar, the doors were locked and there was a knock at the door. There were double glass doors and someone was asking to come in and use the phone because his car had broken down. This was way before cell phones but there was a payphone at the diner next door.
I politely refused him and directed him to the payphone. He argued with me and even kicked the door once because he was mad. He eventually stormed away. We had plenty of cash for the day and I was wary of this guy. I kept thinking, all he had to do was pull out a gun, point it at me and demand to come in. I would have been at his mercy and felt totally vulnerable.
The next week I bought a gun.
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