Traumatizing Mall Sh*t & Rob's Barefeet.

So I didn't really feel like posting tonight because I sort of had a traumatizing afternoon at the mall [and no, I don't mean I couldn't find a new top...but that is pretty traumatizing.] Anyhoo, I was getting into my car all happy dappy that it took me all of 25 minutes to run into the mall and find a cute top for the Viper Room tomorrow night. As I checked my rear view mirror prior to backing out, I see 2 young (early 20's?) black guys pulling on the door handle of this car that's stopped behind me. At first I think they're playing, but then once inside, the one guy jumps into the backseat and pulls the female driver into a choke hold..that's when I start panicking. A struggle ensues and it no longer looks like playing. Practically shitting my pants I call 911 on my cell....which luckily was already in my hand. Immediately I start crying because I notice one of the guys jumps out of the car and stands in the parking garage looking around and glances towards my car. I freak out because I still have my foot on the break peddle and I'm afraid he knows I have seen him. All sorts of freaky scenarios start running through my head. I duck down and continue to tell the 911 operator what's going on, but I'm so shaky that I can barely finish my sentences. I keep apologizing to the poor girl and bless her she's trained to keep me calm. Next thing I know, one of the other guys has jumped out of the car and into another car about 10 spaces down. He throws it into reverse & another guy [can't remember how many there were...2 or 3?] jumps in and they fly forward smacking a parked car...then speed off. Behind, I watch as the other car slowly follows. Of course I'm still trying to answer all of the operators questions but am failing to recollect any descriptions at that point. Long story even longer, she wants me to wait for the cops to show up....Once I feel things are safe and a few people are around, I get out of my car and realize the guy hit a parked Porsche...luckily there is only some paint chipped off of the bumper. Finally a [super ridiculously hot] cop shows up and basically tells me there's nothing he can do but just leave a note for the Porsche owner. He has the decency to finally ask if I'm ok and I say yes that I'm just shook up. Then I can't help but think he looks a lot like the dude from Vampire Diaries, but way hotter...what's his name..

Oh yes, Paul Wesley...but hotter.
Oh, and how dare this guy try and do the RPATTZ GQ look.

The hot but rather insensitive cop mentions that in situations like that, it's mostly a domestic dispute or drug deal gone bad, and that both parties if caught would end up denying everything. I'm not an idiot, and know there is nothing they could have done...esp since I couldn't get the license plate #, however I was super traumatized by the whole situation. That is all.


Oh I almost forgot... Rob's glorious bare (?) feet leaving the TN airport.

He is barefoot isn't he? No socks?

Here he is putting his shoes back on...right? Still looks like he's sans socks.
To each his own...

Thanks for listening...and inspecting Rob's supposed bare feet ;)

P.S. Tomorrow is 100Monkeys!!!

XOXO J