The Shootout

I went out this late afternoon to search for an internet provider in our area. It was one of the very few times that i drove alone because it wasn't that far trip, just about 2 miles both ways. I went to an acquaintance's house who supposedly knew a provider.

I took him and drove to the tip of our area, a zone with many dead end streets. We went to a "provider" who thought that i was a real computer newbie, because he wanted me to bring my computer to him in order to install "a program that would connect me to his network"... Hmmm, i asked him if i could download and/or install this thing myself, he said no and insisted on it, so i said to him: "I'll get back to you soon" and off we went.

Imagine me, allowing him, to install a spyware program into my computer, ha ha ha!

The acquaintance i had with me was rather an imbecile to be honest. He should have known the nature of the area's closed streets, and that the best way to go out is the same way you came on. This dude insisted that i take the last street, the western-most in the area, which is a wall away from an American base, which i was 80% sure it was closed.

I was also a bit stupid to be courteous in such a matter that is fully of the driver's authority.

The moment i took the turn under his insistance, and drove to what turned to be a dead end, bullets errupted towards the base, from the base, coming from behind us, and buzzing high over our heads. There was no other place to go because the other end was blocked with concrete. The guy didn't seem to care at all, while i was trying in vain to find even a tree that would hide us and the car.

As the bullets calmed down i turned the car around, and drove carefully to spots where people were standing, and step by step, i dropped this dude who still wasn't even caring that his "shortcut" advice could have probably shortcutted our lives!

There was another distant shootout as i drove back home, but it wasn't so close as the one before.

Oh man, a mile could be much longer than you think!