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Robbers & Dr. Pepper

This one time, a few years ago....or more like 10 or 12 years ago...my Aunt Krista (so she's not really my aunt per say, but since I really don't feel like spending the time explaining we'll just call her my aunt) sent my cousin Zac (once again, not really my cousin, and once again, I don't feel like spending the time explaining, we'll just call him my cousin) and I to the gas station for some Dr. Pepper. We took a wagon, because Krista had given us a $10 bill, and 10 or 12 years ago $10 could pretty much buy you a wagon full of Dr. Pepper and candy.
Anyway, we walked the couple of blocks to the gas station, went in, and started browsing. We noticed some strange activity going on in the connected liquor store (see, in podunk Iowa, we have one building that often houses multiple businesses - in this case a gas station, liquor store and movie rental joint). We quickly realized the store was being robbed, and (probably somewhat over dramatically) dove behind the nearest row of shelves.
I really don't remember much after that, seeing as it was 10 or 12 years ago, but I do remember Krista thinking we were full of crap....until later that night it was on the Sioux City news.
If we would have been like the 8 and 13 year-olds now-a-days, we would have had cell phones and would have been heroes for calling in the robber...but that was a time when cell phones were mostly non-existent, and the lucky few who did have them toted around 8 pound 12X4X5 rectangles of plastic and 12 inches of telescoping antenna just to have signal.
So that's the story of how I was almost famous for almost stopping a gruesome crime.

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  1. how have you not yet received a purple heart for your actions that day?!

    ...it's a mystery!

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