Episode 11
Radio Rental

Oh, look at that. Oh. Oh, perfect, splendid timing. Welcome back to Radio Rental. I'm just having a little personal movie marathon, watching some of my old work from my acting days. You're probably familiar with this one. No. Well, then let me know the address of the rock you're currently living under. And maybe only watch that a fluvial offer, do you, on the streaming services. You think you'll find any of the hidden gems I have here on your Disney pluses and your HBO maximums, your who booze?

You think they'll have chopper chicks in Zombie Town? The Evil Bong series Killdozer Snakes on a Plane, too. Even more snakes. No way. Anyway, this is one of my favorites, The Castle of Blood Island. Well, here I am about to make my entrance. Oh, here I am. My breakout role literally at the 1988 Screamy Awards, I won best def impalement or explosion category in my case. I was both impaled and exploded.

In the next scene you'll see the bottom half of my body gets skewered under that chain link fence that surrounds the castle and then detonated by a rogue hand grenade. But we're not here to talk about my bowels being skewered. Today, I have an exciting lineup for you. Let's jump right in, shall we? I was about 15 years old. My father had retired from the Army. And for just side jobs, he worked at gas stations. I worked with him pretty much every night.

He would give me a couple of bucks. I would stock the coolers, run the register if he had to go off somewhere. I wasn't officially an employee of the store. I would just go in with him. The owners knew that I did. They didn't really care. I would stalk the coolers, sweep the floors, mop the floors, do my homework. And if he wanted a few minutes break, I could run the cash register just as good as he could.

The gas station was right next to the interstate and a lot of times we'd have people walking up from that direction because their cars had run out of gas on the interstate and they would just come walking up one night.

I'm sitting there reading a book and I look out the window and I see a lady walking up off of the interstate up towards the gas station. She was five, six, five, seven scraggly, dirty looking blonde hair.

Not an attractive woman at all. I want to say she was wearing just like some jean shorts and like a T-shirt. She looked like somebody had been walking along the highway, maybe hitchhiking or something and hadn't had a shower for a couple of days, probably. But that was not horribly unusual. She came off. My dad said hi to her. She's on the high back. She went to the fountain drinks, got herself a fountain drink. She walked up to the counter to pay for the fountain drink and she asked if either my dad or me could give her or ride.

A lot of times we'd have people come and fill up their gas to go pick up their car back up on the interstate that had run out gas. He'd toss me the keys, say, go drive him up there and then come back. She told a story that she was trying to hitchhike to get up to Ocala, which is a town probably about another 40 miles straight up the interstate going north. She seemed very normal to me. If my dad and tossed me the keys and said, take her, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.

That's something about her. Struck him wrong. In another circumstance, my dad was just tossed me the case and said, get her to where she needs to go. He just had that feeling. This time it was, no, my son's only 15. He doesn't have a driver's license and he can't run the store without me being here. I'm not going to let my son do this. How my dad raised me was always try and look for the best in people and always try and help out somebody if you can.

And that's why it was almost a shock when he said, no, we'd normally give people these rides. I guess it struck my dad just that sixth sense. Something wasn't right there for some reason. He just said no that night. She seemed a little bit disappointed, but didn't get angry or violent or anything like that. She's just like, OK. Well, I guess I'm to go ahead and go back out on the road. I have a nice day.

Good luck. Hope you can find somebody walked out the door and walked back up onto the interstate. Never mentioned another word about it. Intuition is a funny thing. You never know what it's going to strike, but when it does, you better listen. About six months later, we were at our house. I'm sitting there in my bedroom reading a book. And I just hear my dad calling for me out in the living room wall. Get out here now, immediately rush out.

And the TV was right there where I could see it as soon as I saw the picture up on the TV. I immediately recognized her. Oh, my God, I know her. And then I read the caption down at the bottom and it said her name was Aileen Wuornos.

She's been called the damsel of death. The story of history's first female isn't macabre.

Arrested as serial killer.

Seven men make the madness of one angry woman leave one of them and then drove home in made car.

My my knees gave out. That lady could have killed me. I could have died that night. Aileen Wuornos convicted of murdering seven men in Florida between 1989 in 1990. She shot each man at point blank range. In 2002, she was sentenced to death at the age of 46. My dad just looked at me and he's like, glad you didn't take her now, aren't you? He told the story for the next 20 years until he passed away.

Any time he'd meet somebody new. That was a story he would tell. It was one of his favorite stories to tell. He was right. He picked up on something. Maybe he didn't even know what himself. The back part of your brain just says, hey, hey, hey, something's not right here. No, no, I'm not going to let my son do this. I've got three kids now, and there's times you just get that flash.

No, that's really not a good idea. I'd like to think most parents have that flash. I'm a big fan of trusting your gut. Especially after what happened with my father. And this. I tend to trust my gut. Mm hmm. Pretty good, huh? Not what you were expecting. I suppose if you come here, you are expecting the unexpected. And this was especially unexpected, even more unexpected than what you were expecting. Speaking of the unexpected, how about an ad that you didn't see that coming?

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