Hand helds wouldn't download by the time I had loaded my van, which put drivers about an hour
behind, but what else was new - this had been going on for months, and could have been deemed "the norm."
By the time I finally headed out to my route in Ajax, it was after 9 am, and considering I had been
at the shop since 7:00 am and had my truck loaded since 8:00, I was in no mood for further delays
that as far as I was concerned were totally unnecessary.
Seeing it was a sunny day without a cloud in the sky, the trip to Ajax was accomplished in about 20 minutes.
My first stop (which turned out to be my last for the day) was at a convenience store below Salem and the 401.
Went in, said hi to the owner, unloaded his product, verified it all, he verified it all, and that was it...done in 10 minutes. Said "see ya later" to the owner and out the store door I went.
I loved it when it went a delivery went like that.
I unlocked the security on my van and put the delivery bin back in the back, and shut the door.
I was getting my paperwork straight when it happened....all Hell broke loose.
A male black party about 6 feet tall grabbed me from behind, one arm around my waist and I had a hand across my face. I know I bit the bastard.
He did have a hard time holding onto me. I will admit to not being a small woman weight-wise. I made like a rag dog while he and another male black party (somebody who was dressed like he could try out for the Raptors in a blue shiny short/shirt set) tried to get me into the cab. I wasn't going anywhere.
In the midst of that struggle I was hit with something in the back of the head. I don't know what....all I know was that it was hard. Could have been a rock, could have been my hand held....or it could have been something else. I shudder to think it could have been something else.
The two parties gave up trying to get me into the van. Instead, the first one grabbed me and dragged me to the area behind the store and sat on me, telling me "you are a woman, why don't you co-operate, I don't like to beat a woman."
Yeah, ok. Idiot...what are you doing then? Then I realized I was bleeding at the back of my head...badly.
When I discovered this, it scared me because I have suffered for years from high blood pressure, and I could only imagine was the reading was now.
In the meantime, in the midst of him holding me down, this party had put his hands in some very inappropriate places on my person. Being a woman, and a married one at that, just having his hands there made me feel awfully dirty.
While this creep was sitting on me his partner in crime demanded to know where the keys were for the truck. I got them off my key ring and handed them over, making sure that I managed to keep my personal vehicle keys and my house keys. They weren't getting those.
Finally the other guy got the truck started - and the creep that had been sitting on me for what seemed like an eternity finally left, telling me to count to 100 to give them time to get away.
I gave them till about 30. I had started feeling somewhat dizzy, and being someone who never been one to do as I was told I knew I had to move...fast...before I took a chance on passing out.
I managed to creep my way around the side of the store, like something you might see on any crime story on TV these days, and ran in the front door....scaring the living out of the owner I had just delivered to.
I had been beaten, bloodied and assaulted across the street from a very busy gas station on a very busy alternate route of the 401 in broad daylight - and how I managed to remember to follow Ryder protocol after all that is simply a case of running on adreneline.
I dialed 911....and the rest of the day's events will follow.
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