While in college, my sister Josie and her friends had an interesting experience several years ago. My sister and her friends Alan, Melody and Valerie had been drinking in Richmond, and they pulled up to a Jack in the Box to get some food. They ordered their food, and were waiting in line. The girls were singing to the song on the radio, and were generally being very loud and boisterous. They were in my sister's old VW, and Alan was driving. Alan was relatively sane and sober, and the girls were all plastered. The car in front was a large American muscle car souped up as a "chollo" car.
There was a long wait for the "chollo" car, so the girls started screaming for the car to hurry up, saying things like "get out of the way, we need our food!" The guys in the car in front looked like Chicano gang members, and Alan was trying to get the girls to shut up, warning them that these guys looked like trouble. The girls paid no heed to Alan, and continued with their banter, reaching over and honking the horn and yelling for the car to get out of the way. They were in the midst of an infectiously giddy mood, each girl egging on the other two.
The guy driving, Alan, was the only sane member of the car. He kept telling the girls to be quiet, at one point actually putting his whole hand over the face one of the girls, Valerie, to shut her up. Let it be said that Alan is 6'7" and looks like something out of an action adventure movie. Alan was no pushover, but he was also the only person in the car sober enough to understand the dangerousness of the situation.
The guys in the car in front had been looking back and glaring at them, and finally one of them got out of the car and started yelling and kicking my sister's car. Another one got out of the car holding a large knife. Alan was boxed in by the car behind, so he gunned the car and drove it over the median that delineated the "to go" lane and drove out of the parking lot.
At this point the girls, still stupid with drink, were saying things like "Wow! That was scary! Those guys were serious!" and "Do you think they are gone now? Maybe we could go back and get our food!" After a few minutes they drove back and pulled up to the now empty "to go" food lane and asked for their four chicken supreme sandwiches with curly fries. The girl in the window was white as a ghost, and covered with sweat. When asked what the matter was, the girl replied that they just been robbed at gunpoint by the car that had been front of my sister and her friends. The police had just been called and were on their way. This rather sobering revelation put a significant damper on the remainder of the evening, and the girls quietly ate their chicken supreme sandwiches and went straight home.
It bears mentioning that I got this story by interviewing my sister's friend, Melody. My sister never told me this story. (Names have been changed to protect me from my sister's wrath.)