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Slip and Watermelon Men
by Brandie
One afternoon I was coming home from work. As I was coming over a hill, I noticed several men in a field on the left. They were sitting around eating watermelons out of the field. About 20 or so melons were busted up and scattered over the ground. As I approached them, the men all looked toward my car. One man looked me right in the eye and started running right in my path. I was going pretty fast and when I noticed that this man was going to run right in front of me, I slammed on brakes as hard as I could. The man kept going and I missed hitting him by less than a foot.
I was so angry that the man would pull a stunt like this, I turned and looked at him. He was on my passenger side just at the rear of my car at this time. I flipped him off while expressing my anger pretty loud. My windows were down and I could hear all of his friends laughing at me. Then I noticed that they were all dressed funny – like clothing from the 1920s with hats on and some had scarves tied around there necks.
I drove on home, which took about two minutes and went in and told my dad what happened. He said he would go down there and say something to them. He was pretty angry, too. My dad was gone about five or six minutes, and when he came back he told me that I had better quit making stuff up and to be more careful driving. He told me there were no men there and he could see my tire marks where I slammed on brakes. He thought I made the story up to keep from getting in trouble about my tire marks.
I told him he must have looked at the wrong place and that I would go back with him and show him. This was less that 15 minutes after I had first went by. When we got there, the men were gone and all of the watermelons were intact. We got out and looked. There were no footprints in the field at all and there should have been because the ground was all muddy. That is the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me.
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