by Jerry Ratch
We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop's owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
The man brought us coffees
And sodas for the kids
And told us everything was on the house
We were so touched by this gesture
That we just sat there
And cried for about 20 minutes
But then we came to our senses
Stuck a gun in his face
And robbed his ass
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Like a scene from "Natural Born Killers."*
Still haven't recovered from the whiplash of this!