All in a days work for Super Steve.
It all starts with having a septic tank, and builds to the climax.
I went to the store to buy some ridX , do it once a year to keep the septic lines clear, besides, I have many people visit over the summer, having a toilet back up would not be a plus in return company.
So I buy the stuff, and Had noticed a group just next door to Juds (the local store), They where building a Library, and some shelves had collapsed on this old guy. So Besides three bucks given to the cause, I had to pull out this guy. Turns out, he was a WW2 Marine. Instant friend.
I'm feeling pretty good about myself, thinking I was able to do something that was bigger then me, and start Driving home.
I see a young kid in a sportscar, and he turns off the road, Stupid me, thinking he was having car trouble, I pull over to help.
I ask him, You ok man, I can give you a jump, and that's when a snub .38 comes out of his window, and a round goes over my car. self preservation jumps in, and I don't even remember jumping over the hood of my car, let alone opening the door, But when another passerby called the police, Well they showed up in time to see me beating this young punk half to death. Turns out, he had just robbed the local gas station (Bev's) and they where not able to scramble fast enough. His car was stolen, and he was trying to steal mine for a fast get away.
After signing papers, etc. and being warned by my friends, (Steve you don't rush someone armed with a gun yeah right, Like I'll ever f*cking listen) I start back home, where I happen to see two old timers looking at my property. I pull over again. Turns out, they are the guys who just bought my property, and better people, you could have n met.
Anyway, once again, I hate going to town, People need to leave me the hell alone.