Sounds good to me.!
Here is what happened. I was at a street flea market and started to talk to one of the vendors who was packing up his stuff about some things he had. Well, no sooner did I begin talking to him than a car pulled up and the woman in the passenger's seat asked him how much for the car. Well, the vendor replied that she didn't have enough money to pay for his car. Then the woman got pissed off at the vendor for what she perceived as an insult. Then the vendor yelled back at her (all this time I am standing right by the vendor) and then her husband/boyfriend jumped out of the drivers side and started cursing out the vendor.
Right then the vendor pulls out about a 6" knife and he and the driver start cursing each other out. At that point I intervened because I could see right then that the whole argument was due to an error. The car the woman asked about was a big toy car that the vendor had on top of his real car. However, the vendor mistakenly thought she was asking how much to buy his real car. Unfortunately, the more I tried to explain what the mixup was the angrier they got since they weren't even hearing what I was saying. Then the driver of the car made moves to reach into his car for something. I am sure it was a gun.
Well, right then I actually visualized my own obituary as it flashed thru my mind. It went something like this: "Creator of the DUmmie FUnnies blog shot to death as a bystander due to a mixup up between vendor and customer."
Right then I said to myself, "Screw this!" I sure as hell wasn't about to toss my life away on a dopey mixup over a crappy toy car. So I made a beeline out of there without explanation pronto. Anyway, when I did that I had to walk rapidly behind the car of the guy reaching for something inside. I looked over my shoulder to see if I should just break out into a run and when I did so, the driver looked at me and I could almost read his mind. He thought I was noting his license plate number which I wasn't. At that point I guess he figured that if he shot the vendor I would be able to ID him via his plate so he quickly got back into his car and took off.
Anyway, I still have a spooky feeling that if I had remained between the driver and the vendor, he would have let loose with bullets with me catching one or more of them.
Oh, and when it was all over I went back to the vendor to EXPLAIN to him again about the cause of the mixup. Suddenly the vendor dropped his previous confrontational demeanor and meekly replied that he felt embarrassed because he didn't realize the woman was really asking about the toy car. And I was PISSED off that such an incredibly trivial thing could have caused me to end up in the obituary pages.
Okay, thanx for bearing with me while I vent but that whole incident is still pissing me off.