[fingpilot]

Was called at work and told that all my stuff was out on the front lawn. And that I might want to hurry to come get it because there was a coffee can with a couple of ones in it, and the rest of the stuff was going pretty fast.

When I got there, a coffee can with $12 dollars and some dirty underwear and shoes were all that was left. I pocketed the money, and as I was walking back towards the car to leave forever I felt something hit me in the back of the head.

When I woke up, the cast iron frypan was under me. As I got up, she yelled from the upstairs window that she had forgotten to put my favorite cooking untensil out.

Heard many years later she was physically damaged by some guy crazier than she was.