This happened to me on Christmas Eve as I was returning from my daughters home. My truck was in the shop and I was driving a rental. It was late at night and I leaned over and opened the glove box and reached in to get a pack of crackers I had placed in there earlier. As my hand went in I felt a sharp sting on top of my hand. I pulled my hand back and sure enough I had cut myself on something.
I take meds which cause me to bleed heavily when I am cut. A flu shot makes blood stream down my arm. Now here I am speeding down the highway with blood all over my hand, jacket, pants, car seat and no rags or anything to catch it. I see a rest stop ahead and pull in. It is almost 11:30 pm and the lot is practically empty except for one very old beaten up van parked near the front. I pull in several car lengths away from it and jump out of the car and head into the building. There are glass doors into a sort of lobby with the men's room off to the left. I turn left, then right and there I am standing in the middle of a small cubicle with four other people. They are in front of me and in a half moon formation. They are not doing any business, just standing around and now they are all looking at me. Every alarm in my body was going off. I believe with all my heart I had walked into a trap. I moved quickly to my left to get away from the door and put a wall behind my back.
I was carrying a S&W 66 in OWB underneath my jacket and a S&W 642 in my weak hand front pocket. No one had to tell me I was in dire straits, armed or not. Too many of them and no room to maneuver. The silence and tension in that small room was indescribable. I'm standing there with blood dripping off my hand onto the tile floor and for some reason that appeared to unnerve them. I noticed them looking down at my hand then back up at me. I was bleeding bad and had blood all over my clothes. Then they just walked out. I said hell with the sink and cleaning up, and grabbed a handful of toilet paper and eased out the door into the lobby. It was still deserted. I walked out the big glass door and stood under the light and saw the van still parked straight ahead with two heads visible inside. Enough! I whipped out the ole cell and dialed the Highway Patrol to report suspicious activity. Soon as I started dialing, the old van fired up and backed out of the lot. I gave the dispatcher my name and location and she asked was it an emergency and I said no, just a group acting suspicious and I wanted to report it. She thanked me and said she would pass it on. I really believe they had a trap set, possibly for a trucker maybe, and I just happened to be the first that walked in and for some reason they didn't like the odds, possibly because I was bleeding, and went outside to wait for me to leave.
I ended up having to get three stitches when I got home and everytime I look at that little V shaped scar I think it probably saved my butt in a big way that night. I didn't post this right away because I was waiting to see if my testimony may be needed. Almost a month now and no further word so here is my story. Anywhere, anytime. Be alert always in rest stops, especially at night!