Stand Off at Taco Tico on Douglas

So there I was on my new bicycle minding my own business. I had ventured a little farther into the neighborhood than before to see my friend. On my way home I came across a bunch of kids fighting in the street. Not just a few mind you but a gaggle. I tried to cruise around them but was blocked in by several of them at once. I must have been about 8 or 9 years old. So basically they wanted my new bike and began pulling on it, I wasn't giving it up and tried to bully past them but there was just too many of them. Hands all over my new bike and before you knew it I was crowd surfing above these kids with my bike heading the other direction. I finally got down and went looking for it only to find the meanest, nastiest bully I'd ever met sitting on it. He started chasing me on my own bike! I ran like the wind, lost at that point not knowing which way to go. Each time I looked back he was closer and closer and so was a whole bunch of other kids. So I kept running, by the time I got back into town the closest thing was Taco Tico and they were open. I don't think they were ready to take my order though. I ran into the bathroom with thugs in tow. The door slammed shut and I locked it tight. BOOM BOOM WHAM could be heard in that small ass bathroom. The kids were trying to break through and get me, by this time I had no idea how many were outside nor where my bike was. Luckily there was a pay phone in the bathroom, now why there was a pay phone inside the Taco Tico bathroom I'll probably never know. But anyways, I reached into my pocket and produced some silver. I called IM and my older cousin answered. I was breathing so hard I could hardly speak and the pounding on the door kept getting louder. Within minutes I heard the deep unmistakable voice of my dad and my cousin. They were there to rescue me and my new bike. Both of the men were bigger than the average Joe so the kids proved little trouble for them. Ah... engrams.