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I was working at a tech company on a night shift. I carpooled with a buddy of mine. It was my week to drive so I dropped him off at his place and headed for home. It was about 3 am and I had to go down a few back country roads before I could get to the main highway and back to my place. As I round a corner I come across a car in the ditch. There is a guy sitting on the ground behind it bleeding. I pull over to see if he is okay and to ask if he wants me to call anyone. This is right when cell phones were getting popular and I had just gotten my first phone.
He stands up, holding his arm which has a towel or something wrapped around it as a makeshift bandage and tells me he is fine, everything is taken care of. I ask if he needs anything because he seems very nervous. Right about then a phone in his pocket rings. He answers it says a few words then hands the phone to me. I'm assuming it is someone that might need directions. I say, "Hello?" a very calm, matter-of-fact voice replies, "When I am finished speaking I want you to hand the phone back to the gentleman you are talking to, get in your shiny white car and leave. Forget you ever stopped or saw this. Am I clear?" I was in a white car and I nearly shit my pants. I said it was clear, handed the phone back to the other guy, wished him well, and hauled ass out of there.
The next day when I drove by on my way to my buddy's house the car was gone. You could see where the wreck had happened, but nothing else. I assume they had a car full of drugs or guns or something and were waiting for someone to come get them. The guy on the phone was likely in the woods keeping watch. It could have turned out very bad for me.
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