wild

This is the story my Grandma told me last night, in a voice that made it sound like she was telling me about a conversation she had at the grocery store, or something just as mundane.

We were in a bus on our way to visit some missionaries in rural Thailand and when we were about halfway there, some bandits boarded the bus and shot guns at the roof. They took everything, our papers (including our passports), money, and any jewelery we had with us. They took the watch my mother gave me. They then forced us out of the bus and we had to squat (not sit) on the ground in a line. They shot and killed the man squatting next to Granddad. It was a miracle they didn't kill anyone else. They slashed the tires of the bus and left us there. Somehow, the bus company got word of what happened, and sent another bus to pick us up. When we finally got to the village, Granddad bought me a new watch. I'm not sure where he got the money, but he must have had some hidden that the bandits didn't find.