A few weeks ago myself and Mary were on Girard Ave. in Philadelphia at a ridiculously late hour attempting to get home. Right in front of the car, six gun shots went off and those on the street corner flew by our car. In stressful situations I always choose the "flight" response, which was obviously smart in this situation. I blindly put the car in reverse fearing that if I raised my head, a bullet would go through the window. Speeding off I was oblivious to the red lights I was passing through; yet, the car came to an abrupt stop when a Wawa sign appeared in front of me. We somehow made it over to Aramingo Ave and I was not going to pass up the opportunity to cross that Wawa off the list. Mary and I ran in and out of there in a matter of 1 minute. There is dedication and then there is stupidity....I think the decison to stop that night was the latter of the two.