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i feel like those characters in a movie when they get shot, the audience thinks they are dead but they start moving and pull out the dented flask.
last tuesday, christina and i were heading home from dinner. while driving up yonge, we heard a few bangs with approx. 2 seconds between them. sounded like someone was hitting a stick on a hanging carpet (cause someone would be doing that on a tuesday winter night). right after, we heard 4/5 bangs very quickly and a pop sound in our car. we were moving around 30km/h when all this happened. we had no idea what had happened. we stopped at the next lights and i got out to look around. there was a hole in my rear bumper. i was very upset and couldn’t understand what happened. we continued to drive home and proceeded to see cop cars flying by us going to where we just came from. got home to call the police to report some vandalism and this it where we found out that there were gun shots reported in that area we drove by.
i think we are still in shock at what happened just a week ago. we are so thankful that we were not injured in any way. i got the see exactly where the bullet hit and it was a few inches away from possibly entering the cab of the car.
when talking to the police i kept on saying, “wrong place, wrong time.” he responded with, “no, right place, right time.” if we left slightly later or drove slightly slower, it would of put us closer to the incident. it would change where the bullet hit.