so....I was robbed....
2 Ps3's, gone.
The guy came in like a customer, asked if he needed any help, talked about 360 stuff, usual crap. Go back to the counter to finish gutting games, and shazam he slowly creeps into the back room. I yell "HEY" very similar to Lee's Locke's impression, he bolts in the back room. I run after him and my other employee calls the cops. I catch up to the guy while he's opening my back door and I try to bring him down by jumping on him, bad part about that is, I'm a small guy. There was a truck waiting for him so he jumps in with me strapped to his back like a koala. I manage to get off of him, but I held onto the tailgate and I do the whole "ski routine" that some people do with trucks when they think they're being funny. They had to be doing 45 and the guy kept kicking me in the head and yelling "get off!". I felt like Bruce Willis, unfortunately, I did not have the easy flow elbow. I managed to get my right leg on the bumper and I started to pick myself up so I could get into the truck.
this is where it all goes downhill:
he decides to stop kicking my head and decided to kick my arm which had all my weight. I fall. I fall hard too. So, has I'm falling, I remember "hey, you idiot! don't stick your arms out! they're going too fast!" so I didn't. I tucked and rolled. I had to of for at least 20-25 feet. It was weird. I've never done that before. For a moment, I actually thought I was done rolling, so I attempted to stand and run after...oh wait no....still rolling.
finally, I'm done.
I just lay there.I hear them peel out. They fucking beat me. I try and get up and walk back to the store. My leg is fucked. I can just tell. I limp back to my store. Customers still there and wondering what the fuck just happened. I'm just in awe. I almost had that fucker.
the good news, my tattoo didn't fuck up!
so..that's pretty cool.
my leg hurts. my arm hurts. I just feel like crap.
2 Ps3's, gone.
The guy came in like a customer, asked if he needed any help, talked about 360 stuff, usual crap. Go back to the counter to finish gutting games, and shazam he slowly creeps into the back room. I yell "HEY" very similar to Lee's Locke's impression, he bolts in the back room. I run after him and my other employee calls the cops. I catch up to the guy while he's opening my back door and I try to bring him down by jumping on him, bad part about that is, I'm a small guy. There was a truck waiting for him so he jumps in with me strapped to his back like a koala. I manage to get off of him, but I held onto the tailgate and I do the whole "ski routine" that some people do with trucks when they think they're being funny. They had to be doing 45 and the guy kept kicking me in the head and yelling "get off!". I felt like Bruce Willis, unfortunately, I did not have the easy flow elbow. I managed to get my right leg on the bumper and I started to pick myself up so I could get into the truck.
this is where it all goes downhill:
he decides to stop kicking my head and decided to kick my arm which had all my weight. I fall. I fall hard too. So, has I'm falling, I remember "hey, you idiot! don't stick your arms out! they're going too fast!" so I didn't. I tucked and rolled. I had to of for at least 20-25 feet. It was weird. I've never done that before. For a moment, I actually thought I was done rolling, so I attempted to stand and run after...oh wait no....still rolling.
finally, I'm done.
I just lay there.I hear them peel out. They fucking beat me. I try and get up and walk back to the store. My leg is fucked. I can just tell. I limp back to my store. Customers still there and wondering what the fuck just happened. I'm just in awe. I almost had that fucker.
the good news, my tattoo didn't fuck up!
so..that's pretty cool.
my leg hurts. my arm hurts. I just feel like crap.
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Of steel.
"I still don't forgive this guy for throwing up on the side of my car." Hah, I remember that! At least it was the OUT-side. I was a slovenly drunk, but a well-behaved one