So about 15 years ago I was cleaning the sidewalks in front of a Walmart at about 2 in the morning. Two weeks before Christmas. Bad part of town. Pouring rain and cold. I get down to the garden center and reach behind the soda machines to unplug them so I don’t trip a gfi. About 5 minutes later someone throws a heavy, wet tarp over me that is so heavy it forces me to the ground. I can’t get up. I can’t get to my pancake holster. I’m waiting for the blows and kicks to begin. After about two minutes I crawled out from under the 25 foot tall inflatable Santa Claus that I unplugged and went back to work. I don’t work nights anymore. If someone was in the parking lot watching that sucker descend on me unawares they got a show for sure.
