I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona awaitng my lovely boyfriend to find his way out of the flea market that had so many “cool things that you can’t find anywhere else”. The fact that you cannot find those things anywhere else should be a sign to high tail it out of there. Regardless I had to have some fresh air and I found myself on the corner of Winslow Arizona. An eagle flew over and it sounded as if he were singing. I think he was singing to the female eagle resting on the old Ford across the street. As I admired the divine love of the eagles I was wondering when my boyfriend would inevitably come out of the smokey flea market with an arm full of trinkets that would end up being our son’s new teething toys. I had not noticed the Cadillac circling the lot and staring at me because when you’re a mom and a girlfriend you tend to block people out like a super power. The Black Cadillac with tinted windows pulled up beside me, the window was rolled down just enough for me to see a hand with a hundred dollar bill in it and a dark pair of lonely eyes. From having no past of being a street walker I looked around to see if there was a homeless person around or a fundraiser being held. Once he uttered the words “come here pretty lady” I knew what he wanted. Why did I wear high heels that day? At that time my boyfriend once again saved the day. He came out of the flea market excitedly with an arm full of junk, saw the strange man in the car, and pulled out a gun within a second. The Cadillac sped off into the dusty cloud it had formed by spinning its tires. I ran (more likely a normal speed walk since I wore heels) to my boyfriend and he dropped all of the newly purchased trash and hugged me. I looked up at him and said “I guess you bought one useful thing in that store.” He looked down with a smirk and proceeded to shoot me……with the watergun he had just purchased that looked like a real pistol.