TL;DR… I was robbed at gun point and have a knee replacement.
I’m not sure how interesting it is, but a couple things… I was once robbed at gun point back in December of 1999. On a Monday Night/Tuesday morning, 13th/14th. I had the T.V. on in the back office area of the hotel I worked at, I had WCW(?) Monday Nitro on. In came a guy wearing a bucket cap pulled down over his eyes, a blue stripped shirt and khaki cargo pants, and had a strong smell of alcohol on him. He first asked how much for a room, I told him. The next thing I know he points a revolver to my chest, cocks the hammer back, and tells me to give him the money.
It took a second but it dawned on me what was happening. I put my hands up, moved to my left towards the cash drawer, then he jumps over the counter and gets behind me… Probably to make sure I did give him all the money and didn’t try to set off any alarm. He took all of the bills, and the rolls of quarters. Then he had me go into the back office to give him the (VHS) video surveillance tape, I did. Then he had me go to the laundry room. That’s when I start telling him he doesn’t have to do this.
He did ask me for my wallet. I reached into a book-bag I usually carry it in. It wasn’t there! I told him that I must’ve forgot it. He also asked to get into the office… Probably thinking there was a safe in there, and that I’d also know the combination. There was a safe, I didn’t have a key to the office, and even if I did, the owner would never give me the combination.
So back in the laundry room… He had me lie down on the floor, pressed the gun to my temple, said; “If there’s any more money out there I’ll come back and blow your fucking brains out!” I told him there wasn’t… He went back to the front, then doubled back to get the cash drawer keys.
It was at this point I got up, went out of the door I was lying next to, then ran down the hall to the stairwell to get upstairs.
I knocked on the door of a guest that had been staying there for a few weeks. He didn’t answer. So I thought I’d try the room of the guest I last checked in (since that was the only other Rm I knew someone would be in). I knocked on his door, he opened up, I told him what happened and was able to call the cops from his room. They came… I had to fill out a police report… My body was aching from the adrenaline rush. The perp was long gone at this point.
You’d think most people that went through such an experience would be given some time off to recuperate. Nah. Not Dawood Ran… I mean, the owner of the hotel. And I’ve got to say it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
A few weeks later I gave them my 2 weeks notice. Then one day I get a call from the owner telling me the guy they had working nights sexually harassed (touched or grabbed her inappropriately) the gal that works the morning shift. So he was fired… And I’ve been at the same place (still) since.
Later, I found out this guy had robbed other hotels along the Interstate. He was caught after a high-speed chase where he went off the road. He was sentenced to prison for ~20 years for multiple counts of armed robbery and assault, etc. from what I recall.
The other thing is that I have a partial knee replacement in my right knee. I say partial since I still have my kneecap. I had contracted JRA back in 6th grade. It only affected my knees. My right knee had it first, then my left knee got it sometime later. In my early 20’s, my father (God rest his soul) was employed by a rehabilitation center that was run by the State we live in. And it just so happened that any child that still lived at home up to a certain age would be covered for Medical Insurance.
So most times if I go through a metal detector, like at the courthouse, or (if it ever happens) the airport - it’s going to get set off, then I have to show them my card that says I have a medical implant.
Maybe someday I can get my left knee worked on. It’s kinda messed up right now, like a bad knock-knee. I hate it. But it is what it is.