Drive By
A few years ago, I was at a bar with a couple of friends. All was good, we were drinking and having fun. All of sudden, we heard this discussion taking place just a couple of tables away from us.
Two guys decided to have a shouting/threat match. I stopped everything to pay attention to them. My friends were making fun of me, saying I was gossipy. One of the guys in the discussion got up and left.
Immediately after he left, I told my friends we had to go. Right away. I was adamant. They didn’t get why I was being weird, but we’d been friends forever, so they reluctantly agreed.
We went to a different bar in a different neighborhood, but I couldn’t take my mind off of those two guys. The next day, I turned on the news and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
There was a report about a bar fight. Apparently, the guy who got up went home, grabbed a piece and came back for a drive by.
He mowed down four people in the process. My grandpa taught me to never ignore my gut, and I couldn’t be happier to have listened.