Through the Eyes of ACF

I'm getting off work at 10pm a few weeks ago and I head to the local Wal-Mart near my house, in a semi-bad part of town, or the "Ghetto Wal-Mart" as I have dubbed it, to pick up some blank CDs. As I pull in, the Wal-Mart parking lot is packed to the brim and looks like I imagine the parking lot of 'Biff Tannen's Pleasure Paradise' (http://tinyurl.com/2clm8l2) from "Back to the Future 2" would look. Anyway, I'm chatting up my momz as I pull in since she had to ask me something, and the first thing I hear as I open the door is a car alarm. Not a good start to the trip and since my mom can hear it in the phone, she thinks I've stumbed into the local jail or I'm heading into Compton. But not 10 feet later, I hear some guy in a wife beater yell, "Hey, watch out, yo!" and as I turn to see what the ruckus is, I see him rear back and PUNCH THE SIDE OF A CAR. Smacked it like Muhammad Ali. Right in the baby maker.
I guess he thought the car backing up 10 feet from him was going to run him over, so he felt like teaching it a lesson and punched it. Now, I've never punched a car, nor known anyone who has done it, but I'm going to assume it doesn't feel like punching a delicious marshmallow. Anyway, as this is happening I'm trying to do play-by-play to my mom while being subtle as to not piss off the car puncher and all I can say while holding back laughter is, "Some guy.... just...... seriously..... punched a car!" So, I end the conversation by telling her I may need to fend off attackers and should probably have two fists to do it with. She agrees, and I quickly grab what I need and scramble out of there to the safety of my car.
I've never been to jail, but I have to imagine that what I witnessed tonight is what life in the yard was like for Andy Dufresne in Shawshank.

True Story.

The End.