Attacked in Plano Taco Bueno Parking Lot
Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:45 pm
The following took place beween 1:31 and 1:32 PM.
Just South of Parker on Plano Road is a Taco Bueno in a mostly abandoned strip mall. I stopped there for lunch yesterday and ate five tacos and 1 bean burrito in dining area.
While I was there three kids with baggy shorts, long t-shirts, and crooked caps carried a pizza into the store and ate in the dining room. I looked them over but they were in condition white and ignored everyone else.
I finished eating and proceeded outside with my large iced tea and my book to the S side of the parking lot and entered my truck.
Once in the truck I looked around then went back to reading my book. I had eaten a lot and my eyes were kind of droopy.
A few pages later something very fast shot from my right in my line of sight and slammed into my shoulder exactly where I'd been hit by a simunition last Friday. At the same time a loud pop and a spray of debris filled my truck cab.
I looked to my right and grabbed my left shoulder. To my right the iced tea and a soda can were shredded. My left shoulder was warm and wet under my hand.
I opened my door with my right hand, shoved it open with my left foot, and rolled out of my truck, landing in a crouch on my feet. I looked to my right along the truck and saw a little mexican girl dragging a trash bag to the dumpster. I looked under the door and under my truck and did not see any feet.
I was starting to warm up - my heart was beating hard and I was breathing very hard. The air tasted like copper. I was entering fight mode.
At this point I thought about my 30-30 and my XD in my truck and realized with my shoulder hurt, I should go for the XD. And then run away from the unseen threat.
But I needed to check my shoulder first.
I mentally prepared myself and I lifted my right hand and looked.
My right hand came away sticky and wet with a brown syrupy goo that smelled like Cherry Coke.
There was no hole!
I could move my left arm!
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the little mexican girl with her trash just staring at me, her mouth and eyes open in shock.
I stood up and looked in my truck. The Cherry Coke can which had been unopened, but sitting in the sun for a few days, had exploded, sending the pull tab ( and some warm coke ) into me at high speed.
I got into my truck and left the scene.
Never Again will I leave an unopened can of pop in my truck!!
Just South of Parker on Plano Road is a Taco Bueno in a mostly abandoned strip mall. I stopped there for lunch yesterday and ate five tacos and 1 bean burrito in dining area.
While I was there three kids with baggy shorts, long t-shirts, and crooked caps carried a pizza into the store and ate in the dining room. I looked them over but they were in condition white and ignored everyone else.
I finished eating and proceeded outside with my large iced tea and my book to the S side of the parking lot and entered my truck.
Once in the truck I looked around then went back to reading my book. I had eaten a lot and my eyes were kind of droopy.
A few pages later something very fast shot from my right in my line of sight and slammed into my shoulder exactly where I'd been hit by a simunition last Friday. At the same time a loud pop and a spray of debris filled my truck cab.
I looked to my right and grabbed my left shoulder. To my right the iced tea and a soda can were shredded. My left shoulder was warm and wet under my hand.
I opened my door with my right hand, shoved it open with my left foot, and rolled out of my truck, landing in a crouch on my feet. I looked to my right along the truck and saw a little mexican girl dragging a trash bag to the dumpster. I looked under the door and under my truck and did not see any feet.
I was starting to warm up - my heart was beating hard and I was breathing very hard. The air tasted like copper. I was entering fight mode.
At this point I thought about my 30-30 and my XD in my truck and realized with my shoulder hurt, I should go for the XD. And then run away from the unseen threat.
But I needed to check my shoulder first.
I mentally prepared myself and I lifted my right hand and looked.
My right hand came away sticky and wet with a brown syrupy goo that smelled like Cherry Coke.
There was no hole!
I could move my left arm!
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the little mexican girl with her trash just staring at me, her mouth and eyes open in shock.
I stood up and looked in my truck. The Cherry Coke can which had been unopened, but sitting in the sun for a few days, had exploded, sending the pull tab ( and some warm coke ) into me at high speed.
I got into my truck and left the scene.
Never Again will I leave an unopened can of pop in my truck!!