The 1st time I smelled...
Quite some time ago...
My uncle picked me up in his 69 rs camaro to go to the mall on a saturday
morning. En route, he pulled into the bank parking lot intending to use the
cash machine. Prior to 8am, no-one else around in the lot except a local LEO
in a marked car.
Front of bank is on the right side of a strip mall on Route 32 in Quaker Hill.
Uncle occupied the parking spot, officers car is stationary-approximately 20 feet away at our 8 o'clock position, officer car is pointing toward us at his 7 o'clock position.
Uncle clutch/brakes car to a stop in the spot. Moves his meatball right arm from the shifter to the column to kill the ingition then lean back to the seat taking his left hand off the wheel because he was about to open the door with his left hand...
Engine is off for about .5 second and I thought the engine backfired. It was
a single loud pop. I looked at my uncles face
and he groaned. Taking my next breath I smelled...
"What's that smell?" "That's gunpowder, stay put, stay in the car, keep the window up."
Uncle just had a ND due to a faulty "ghetto holster" (inside the belt&pant, muzzle pointing down, sun don't shine).
He opens his door, exits car, shuts door. Briefly the air smelled fresher, then
not. Quickly gets his cash and returns. Again tells me "Don't touch the window." Starts car, reverses out of spot, 1st, 2nd, exit lot, enter road, down the straightaway, finally says "Let's get some fresh air!"
Apparently the LEO assumed the noise was a backfire, his windows were up
too. Uncle got a nice ole slipped disc from the slide on his lower back.
Later on, Auntie wasn't very happy about the hole in the seat and floor.
Hey, at least I got a new video game at the mall!