Robbed at Gunpoint
By Sheryl McAlister
My first emotion was not fear. In hindsight, that surprises me. Shocks me, actually.
The kid pointed a gun inches away from my head. The gun was close enough and big enough to stop my initial instincts to fight back. I held my hands up, leaned as far back as I could from him as if to indicate I would not interfere.
I had just gotten into my car, which was parked outside my home in the city’s suburbs. I was on my way to work and took less than a minute to enable my phone to hands free. I hadn’t yet cranked the car, so the doors didn’t lock automatically. I heard the passenger door handle move before I saw the guy. He stuck his head and his upper torso inside my car.
My initial thought was WTF, dude?!?
I yelled “Noooo!!!”
He put a hand on my bag. I yelled “No” again.
Then slowly, with his right hand, he pulled a gun from his right side. He stared directly at me. And he didn’t say a word.
He didn’t seem to have mean eyes or menacing eyes or drug addict eyes. He was pretty young. Had a nice haircut, clean clothes. He wore a black t-shirt. But my fight instincts were no match for the gun that would surely have killed me if he had chosen to pull the trigger.
I backed up in my driver’s side seat against the car door. There was nowhere to run. He backed out of the car, with the gun still pointed at me. He took the bag and ran toward the truck that was apparently idling behind my car.
As he fishtailed out of the parking lot, I jumped out and snapped pictures of the truck and the license plate.
I then called 9-1-1. Police came quickly, dusted for fingerprints and took copies of my pictures. We found out the license plate had been stolen. No surprise there.
Adrenaline fueled me throughout the day as I went about dismantling bank accounts and credit cards and re-keying locks. A total waste of what started out to be a perfectly good day.
How I felt was interesting, and not something that was remotely familiar to me. I was surprised that my first instinct wasn’t fear. It is now. And that pisses me off. I am furious this ass-hat decided to hold a gun to my head so he could take my stuff.
My head. My stuff.
How is it fair that he can walk around with a gun, scope out a person to use it on, take that person’s stuff and take off in what’s probably a stolen car? With no consequences.
On one hand, I am grateful for the quick response, professionalism and compassion by the local police. And while I am certainly grateful this kid didn’t pull the trigger, I’m furious he robbed me in the first place.
I hope they find this guy and throw his ass in prison.
Copyright 2020 ©Sheryl McAlister