This is exactly right. Hi and welcome to my favorite murder, the Minnesota episode, the Minnesota episode. It's the tiniest of all episodes in Minnesota look cute one little ones where we read you your tiniest emails that you've sent to us. Yay! Yay!

Do you want to read a hometown? I'm sure this is pretty good. The subject line is my mom survived Cleveland in 1978. Greetings and salutations to all humans and animals associated with the MFM brand. Well, does my sister introduce me to your podcast? Six months ago, ever since I've been nothing but binge listening, laughing out loud at work and checking every closet in my apartment when I get home at night. I grew up outside Cleveland, as did both my parents and my mother worked at a convenience store in Willow, Ohio, called Lawson's when she was in her early 20s.

Can be Wallowa. It could be Willo. Which ichiban for all of them.

OK, well, OIK, one night in 1978, she was closing up the store with her co-worker Bonnie because it was 1970.

Everyone's name was Bonnie. Why aren't there? Bonnie is anymore. There is Bonnie Conover, who I went to grammar school with, and she still lives in Petaluma. And I we talk to each other on Twitter, but she's had the name ever. I want to Ngubeni. She's the original. Oh, you want a new baby I to go Bonnie that was born in the twins.

We if you have a Bonnie born in the twins, we love to see a picture of you. Yeah. Even if it's a dog.

A bunny. A bunny.

Bonnie also we love pictures of Bunny Bunny named Bonnie.

If you have a picture of a bunny named Bonnie, that's one of those really big one. Oh, like that's like the size of a skyscraper, not a rabbit.

So actually, we just we just want the one picture. Yeah. Bonnie the bunny that's here, please.

That's got to be a hashtag.

OK, OK, so Bonnie and the mom are at the Willow Lawson's OK, they're closing up when two men come in wearing black trash bags from head to toe. My mom says that she initially thought it was to neighborhood teens that would come in from time to time to trying to play a prank on them because it was nineteen seventy eight.

One of the men was holding a revolver and ordered my mom and Bonnie to open the register and save and then lay down face down on the floor with their hands at their sides. They emptied the cash register and then stepped over the women to get to the safe. The whole time my mom was silent while Bonnie was hysterically praying out loud. Bonnie, keep it down. Bonnie, be cool. At some point said quietly to my mom that she was, quote, glad she had already mop the floor.

Just handle it like a bottle.

Bonnie, they handle it like Bonnie is a new one. They stayed like that until they heard another customer come in asking if anyone was in the store. Apparently, the two men had left out the back exit while the ladies were up front laying on the recently mopped floor. The police were called. But as far as my mom can remember, no one was ever arrested for the robbery. She and Bonnie got a whopping twenty five dollars each from Lawson's what, because they SSD defense during the incident.

Ninety seven dollars today in today's money.

Lauren Well, let's give them the full hundred losses. They really took one for you. They twenty for the team bucks.

I think nowadays there's like we in Los Angeles, but I think there's like a victim of a violent crime fund that you like, because I knew a girl who got held up at gunpoint at like a salon she worked at like she was a receptionist and she was closing up and got held up at gunpoint and like, got all this money.

And she's just like, I'm traumatized. So I don't know what to do with this. It feels wrong.

Oh, you know. Well, yeah, that everything about that would be so hard because you lived and it's OK and but then it's not OK.

But I think she used to go to beauty school and then became a talented hair stylist herself, I guess.

Yeah. So good for her. I mean, bad things are seeds that bear fruit into good things. It's good for, you know, that good. Good fruit. Yeah. Grapefruit. The best fruit. Great, great grapefruit. The greatest gift it with Bonnie. That is a very 70s fruit. That grapefruit with a cherry in the Senate. Come on dieters. Well here's another gas station, one I survived because I had to pee.

Dear Karen, Georgia. Stephen and cache of critters. Nice. I am not sure if you're all doing. I survived stories but who could resist one where AP sighs bladder saves the day. Back in my mid twenties, I had a construction job. I ran a crew of fifteen guys where we traveled all over and we're in a different city or state every couple of weeks. As the leader of this motley crew, I was responsible to arrive at our hotels ahead of time to make sure that the hotel had enough rooms blah blah, blah, blah, blah.

I spent many hours in my car alone crisscrossing the states, usually on the same highways as a precaution to stay. Sexy and not get murdered, I tried to make stops at the same places as often and I could so I know my surroundings. On this particular day, I pulled into one of my usual gas stations and made my typical run to the restroom. I had a sense of something not being right. Lots of cars with no people in sight.

But my urgency was so great, I ignored it. I plowed through the front doors and as I turned towards the corridor that led to the restrooms, I heard a man yell, Stop right there. I didn't even acknowledge him and kept going.

Yes, yes. Let me break in. Just to say, just because someone's yelling doesn't mean you have to respond or be a part of it in any way. Yes. Yelling can also mean get the fuck out of there. Yes, OK. He yelled stop again and replied and I replied with a fuck.

You entered the locked door and entered and locked the door as I dropped my pants with much relief. And when I suddenly heard pounding on the restroom door and heard that same voice yelling at me to come out once again I responded with a fuck you. I hurried up and when I finished the door opened the door, only to find myself face to face with an angry man who pointed a gun straight in my face. He grabbed my arm, forcing me in front of him and told me to walk to the front of the store.

Well, that sense of something not being right was actually me walking smack dab in the middle of an armed robbery.

The gas station and all the customers and employees, except the one except one, were being held in the back room with one employee opening the cash registers as I burst into the door. Oh, shit. Fear not as this has a happy ending, obviously, since I'm the one setting this tale to you, as the robber was distracted trying to round me up, the clerk behind the counter had time to hit the silent alarm. And as luck would have it, there were police nearby.

As the robber forced me to the front of the store, we were met with four policemen pointing guns and dude gave up without a fight. His accomplice decided to rob the gas station with he and his accomplice decided to rob the gas station with empty guns.

So that OK, after giving my statement to the police and receiving some free snacks and drinks, I was on my way and on to more adventures. Oh, and by the way, while I was at this job, I survived five hotel fires, staying at a haunted hotel reminiscent of the shining, almost sliding off the side of a mountain during an ice storm, almost being dumped and crushed in a garbage truck while dumpster diving and trudging through twelve inches of snow on crutches was proud to be a murderer.

You know, Nicole, Nicole, that was so enjoyable. I'm so into we've talked about that before.

People yell across a room at you and you just are like, not doing that. I don't need to I don't need to respond to your urgency.

Yeah, I used to do that in when you hang out with comics, as you know, to when you hang out with comics, they like to do across the room bit some of the time. It's like if there's more than eight comics in a bar, people start yelling within twenty minutes. And any time anyone's done that to me, I yell back, I don't do.

It's like, don't don't yell as fuck. You want people to know what you're saying. Yes, exactly. And your emergency is not my emergency. So if it's your emergency, you can come over and tell me.

Well, and also she had to pee, which is priority number one. We've all been there. You have to do it. And if yeah, you can't just control people with your voice. Also, what a great like just a drop of chaos in the middle of what they thought.

Like this will be our perfectly planned robbery.

This girl just fucking runs in watching you. She's like, this doesn't feel right. Anyway, I've been there around. I got it. You never ask a gas station if you can. You just go straight for it.

Now, I've recovered memory of when you disappeared. I thought, oh, god, that scares me. That's what I think about the whole time. OK, go.

OK, this subject line of this email is my best friend's dad was Mary Vincent's lawyer.

Oh, come on. Hello, MFM boss, ladies, pod producing guru and plethora of personnel. Over the long weekend, my best friend came home to visit from New York. We met up in Orange County.

Hey and Beijng apologies all around and ended up having dinner with her parents at one of our favorite spots. I've always known her dad was a badass lawyer, but I've never really asked about his cases because I didn't want to sound too intrusive. While at dinner, he told us that he recently had a meeting to talk about one of his most high profile cases, a case where a young woman had her arms chopped off. I swear I must have looked like a crazy person in this tiny restaurant when I squealed, Oh, my God, was it Mary Vincent?

And it did indeed it was. I have chills right now. Her dad went on to tell me that he represented Mary pro bono throughout her case against her attacker and even went with Mary in front of Congress advocating for the no second chances for murderers, rapists or Child Molesters Act of 1990 thing. I never heard of that.

I have fucking chills. I'm like I'm saying, I've never heard of that. I'm like, did I say it in my story? Amazing. OK. Oh. When we return to their home after dinner, he showed me photos of the. And Mary speaking before Congress, and he told me about how Mary used to babysit my best friend and how her sons and my best friend loved to play together as kids, I am still blown away by the fact that I have such a close connection with someone who knows Mary.

It shows how small the world is. But it also puts things back into perspective that these horrific things happen to real people. And while it's so depressing, it's so important to highlight these awful things so that we can try to prevent them from happening again in the future. As a 25 year old Angelina. I have to thank you both from the bottom of my heart for confirming my love for true crime isn't weird. My neuroses are valid. And the constant reminder to lock my doors all the best.

Taylor Taylor is such a good email, too. It was amazing.

Yeah, that's very cool. If you Taylor took a picture of the picture of Mary. I bet Steven could find one. I'd love to see a picture of Mary Vincent testifying before Congress. That's just the fact that she did that so bad. Laudable. And what a great fucking law that should absolutely always be pass.

Yes. Fuck you. Murderers, rapists and child molesters, unless you're one of those three things.

Oh, no, that's it's a very special 100th episode. I'm here to tell you about my past.

OK, this is called When a beauty school student encounters a serial killer. OK, greetings all. My name is Sarah and I live in San Diego. I actually just got tickets for you. January San Diego show for Christmas a couple of days ago. And I'm so excited. I'll be going with my mom, who the story is about. Guess what happened last week? The other day, it was so much fun. It was really, really good.

San Diego. We could feel her presence. We could, even though he's born and raised in San Diego, half of my childhood was spent driving up the California coastline and spending entire summers in northern California, went north of Napa Valley, where my mother is from.

It sounds like Badalona. I'm sorry. She had quite a few crazy stories about her time in Northern California. And my favorite one is this. When my mother was seventeen or eighteen years old, she went to beauty school in Napa Valley.

There was a small school that was located on a small one way street.

And if you ever been to a beauty school, you know that nine times out of ten they have a huge one of those huge glass windows that are floor to ceiling.

So people walking by could look in, see a student doing hair and possibly come in as a three month beauty school dropout.

I agree with you. You get this. I'm here to cooperate. This what did you learn? Did you learn anything that you still remember?

A little bit. I learned a thing or two finger waves because it was the 1920s, apparently, and they never updated their beauty skill set. Should start with the basics. Right. And then just a little bit, I can still cut my bangs pretty, pretty well. But that's that's about it.

Nyanza ba ba ba ba ba. OK, my mother was always positioned at the very last chair right next to the window. Well one day in the middle of a sunny afternoon, what seemed like the entire Napa Valley police force and surrounding counties forces descended on this very small, very tight little one way street from all directions.

There were cars pulling up onto the sidewalks and sirens blaring across the street from the beauty school. Less than forty feet from where my weather was standing next to the window, there was a phone booth.

Twenty minutes earlier, the Zodiac Killer had called the police from that phone booth.

Oh, my fucking God.

Needless to say, the police went in every shop and questioned all the people inside. But no one remembers seeing anything or anyone of significance.

I always tease my mom that it was the one lone male beauty school student who snuck out the back door and went around to make the call.

Maybe, she said that they have a scene similar to this scenario in Caryn Stark movie Zodiac, though that doesn't mean much since he was always calling and taunting police. So I'm sure that was an amalgamation of different phone calls.

Looking forward to seeing you next month. Already happened. I can't wait to hear what stories you come up with. Already did them.

Did him always. Sarah. Oh, God. I don't know why that's so exciting to me, because if she hadn't looked up at the phone booth, she probably didn't. Just didn't. There was nothing. I was normal dude with a crewcut and those army issued black franglais. How do you go? Amazing. Yeah. Write this down. Yeah, you wouldn't. And also I'm thinking of the city of Napa in. She said it was the 70s, right.

I think so, yeah. Yeah. So I went to town tiny like this is prewired wine boom. So Napa is just another little burg over a hill. Yeah. Like it's not big at all. I just I it's like I'm weirdly starstruck. It's not healthy. OK, that's what this podcast theme is. It's not healthy to be star struck.

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Goodbye. Trauma nurse, the subject line sorry, is trauma nurse, attempted murder story, trauma nurse attempted. I'm so tired that I can't read. It's truly the diet since I've been in here. It's fun. Hale I'm finally caught up with all the episodes and I'm surprised there aren't more stories from first responders or nurses.

We had a little run there, but we haven't got a lot.

Hey, listen, you finally caught up and then you're here to give your complaints. You're here to work and say, here's here's what is here's what's lacking is what's missing in your podcast.

I mean, thank you for all the feedback.

We've seen some shit. That's very true. And most of us have a dark sense of humor. Also true. So you better be fucking laughing at me attacking you. This story was a pivotal moment in my nursing career. I work in a trauma ICU. I had heard on the news earlier that day in a nearby small town, a man shot his ex-wife, her boyfriend and his own daughter and that he was on the run.

Thankfully, all three lived. Oh, good. Yes.

Later that day, the police were on a high speed chase with him and finally caught up. The shooter got out of the car, took his handgun and shot himself in the head. How he did it right in front of the local hospital. So they were able to keep him alive. And and here's where I come in. Oh, my God. The man was stabilized the local hospital and transferred to me in the ICU at a larger hospital. He had a through and through gunshot wound to the head.

So no chance of recovery. But there was a chance we still harvest his organs. So I worked on this man to keep him alive all night. He was on the ventilator along with other medications to keep him alive. Those were the weak stomach.

Cover your ears. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Give you a cover. Your ears pause, even cover his ears. Already covered with that bones. You just burst into tears. I can't cover them any more than I already have. This is just one sentence. Are you mute it for five seconds? I say la la la la. Yeah. This dude had brain matter coming out of his nose.

And we're back. I was trying to keep alive a motherfucker that had just tried to kill three people, including his own young daughter. It was really a bizarre experience for me. That's nursing. Now you take care of the best people and the worst a lot of the worst.

I read this. I was amazed. A lot of laws. This man was not an organ donor on his license, but his next of kin, his older daughter, made the decision to make him an organ scrape that motherfucker claim. Yes, it was a small bit of justice that we were able to help people on the transplant list with his death. Please become an organ donor. I agree. Yes, please do. We're still in. That was not me, but I agree.

I won't go into too many details. But it is very rare that someone who passes in the hospital is even a candidate for organ donation. Love you guys. And everything you do is amazing. It's such amazing. It's such a good point. And you know what took me so long? I was in my 20s when I became a donor and just check that little box because I think everyone thinks of it as superstitious. You know, the thing of like, well, as soon as they do it, that I'm going to die and something's going to happen to me or it's like, well, that doesn't exist.

This world isn't even fucking real. Like, everything is fine. Just you're going to be a better person, just like click donor box. Nothing is real. Nothing's real. And also, it just there is a way you can be generous past. Right. Instead of standing around fearing your own death, you can look at it in a different way, maybe just briefly and be like this could actually be there are people who need Spleen's eyeballs of livers and kidneys and livers, probably I don't know everything.

And you know what else? It'll actually help your family after because they'll think of you not as an asshole as you were in your life.

I don't know where to make your family stop hating your stories, your literal guts, because they'll be someone else's love. Finally, be able to love your guts. Those stories of people whose kid dies and but they get the organs and then they go together. Go meet the person who is their son's heart. Unbelievable. And it's like, that's real. That one video where the dad meets the the boy with his daughter's heart, he's like, it really is her still her heart.

I know it's the most beautiful thing of all time. He lived with it.

OK, well, here's a good story actually for this. My almost murder in the stairwell. I can't talk to Stevin and furry friends. I work in an office building. You would normally need a key card for access. However, our floor was undergoing construction, so the security was lax and there was a number of extra people coming and going for a few weeks. I should mention. My mother has been embedding safety tips into my head since I was a teen.

Don't take drinks from strangers. Be aware of your surroundings and parking lots. Don't wear a lanyard around your neck.

Oh, just someone grab it, I guess. Yeah. And keep your keys in between your knuckles, etc.. Pay special attention to that last one.

Anyway, I was leaving work one day and took the stairwell one because it was much faster than waiting on the elevator. And two, I sit at a desk all day and thought I should get ten minutes of exercise. And then she writes Ha! And I walked the floor, fight flights down, noticed a middle aged man at the bottom. I said hi, excuse me and monitor and motion for the door because he was blocking it. He looked up his phone, gave me the most creepy look, stare and lunge forward towards me, putting his arms around me in a big bear hug.

My instincts kicked in immediately.

I need him in the balls as hard as humanly possible and proceeded to stab him in the cheek with my fucking car key.

He yelped, started crying like a little girl and yelled every obscenity possible at me.

Fucking asshole. Yeah, you're yelling at her. As I ran back up the four flights of stairs in a panic, I got to the reception desk, told her to call security while I dialed nine one one. This was before I listen to the podcast. So my politeness attitude was non-existence.

What are you talking about? Yeah, beat the shit out. It was right there, baby.

Don't you worry about your little. She says looking back at my dainty excuse me was so stupid I should have immediately turned around and went back upstairs when I saw someone I didn't recognize. But that's not true. I mean, no, you, you tried your best to be a human. It turns out this person wasn't. Yeah. And so you fucking defended yourself. Yeah.

You're acting like how normal people with normal people. Right. And even if you had gotten attacked and raped and hadn't fought him off, it's not you didn't do anything wrong.

I hate everyone.

So sidenote, had I not taken my car to work that day, I would have only had a key fob on my keychain. But because I drove my husband's car to work, I had a nice chunky key to stab that mother fucker with. Yes. Anyway, stay sexy and don't get murdered. Please come back to Orlando soon. Love Sarah from Florida.

Oh, that's an amazing story. Oh, also the presence of mind just to go right for the balls in that in that moment, because I think a lot of times you just freeze up. Yeah, I know I would. I'm sure I would. Or they would be prepared for the need. That's how I always fear is that they're going to be like I. I imagine kicking someone in the Dick Daley oh, and I always imagine that maybe they'll be prepared for it and block it, be wearing a cup like from their J.V. baseball.

That's right. Or be a eunuch or, you know, then what are they doing? What are they doing? My lawn, Nania. Just in my mind, my imagination is insane.

Don't forget, you can gouge eyes also that you think someone someone said recently because they said they teach you this again. We have to do. Oh my God. We have to do a self-defense class.

But they say that you don't think of it because it's so extreme. Right. But if you have a free hand, go right for the eyes nose. Put a finger up the nose. Yeah.

Poke someone in the eye like think that's you get to the eye tissue, you get up the nose, you do whatever you can and basically don't.

Don't be afraid to shove a cannon ear.

I feel like I feel like a forehead to nose bridge would be a great yes. Smack that motherfucker on the bridge of their nose.

That's the Belfast. Good morning. I don't know. I don't know what's going on. I wish people treated each other like a banana. Classic head Nania. OK, send us their stories. My favorite murder at Gmail and you know that. Yeah.

And stay safe and don't get murdered by.