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I was divorced in December of 1991. On St. Valentines Day
of 1992 I had gotten off work at a steel mill and stopped at the local bar for
a beer. I hadn't been there 5 minutes when a fellow came in the door and
said "David, somebody just hit your van." About that time we here WHAM
and I see my van rock. I jump up and run out the door only to hear WHAM
again.(number 3) I see my ex backing up and my dumb ass steps
between my van and her with my hands in the air with a 'what the heck' look on
my face......here she comes again. I barely got out of the way, she was
going to take me out at the knees. Her car is steaming, the grill and
headlights are laying on the ground and my running board is, needless to say,
destroyed, my side doors are caved in, I just gave her the old "Go
ahead" sign and damned if she didn't. 5 times she
rammed that van, and then took off. In court she told the judge she was
angry because I didn't send her a Valentine!
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