Member-only story
CRIMINAL JUSTICE
Escaped Criminal
He attacked our car
A man with no shirt jumps onto the highway in front of our car. Scares the crap out of me!
I am getting ahead of myself.
Mike, my buddy is driving, and I am riding shotgun. We are heading back to our summer jobs on the railroad. It is late Sunday night, and raining cats and dogs. Visibility is piss poor!
All of a sudden, a man with no shirt jumps on to the highway in front of the car. Mike hits the brakes, and we screech to a halt. The man steps forward and slams his hands on the hood.
Mike shouts, “Lock your door.”
The man jumps to my side and grabs the door handle, but he can’t get in.
Mike hits the gas, and the idiot has to let go.
“Let's stop at the Nojack Hotel and phone the RCMP,” I order as my hands grip the dash.
Nojack is a hotel and gas station about one mile down the road.
We pull in and Mike calls 911 on the pay phone. I’m standing next to him shaking. Neither one of us wants to be alone. He’s on the phone as an elderly gentleman pulls in and stops at the curb right in front of me.
The first thing he says is, “Are you calling the police?”
