We will get to the Gypsies later. This story starts with my brother working at a BBQ restaurant on Volunteer Parkway in Bristol. It wasn't open very long. There is some pretty fierce competition on BBQ here and people get really loyal to what they like. It is a hard market to break into. Anyway, Graham was working there one summer. Everyday he drove his little red Pontiac hatchback to work. On this particular day he drove to work and threw his keys on a shelf in the back of the restaurant. He was working minding his own business when he sees his car getting moved. He freaks out, runs out of the restaurant, jumps on the hood of the car and starts yelling obscenities at the two kids in the car. The kids freak out, jump out of the car, run into the woods and are never to be seen again. After investigating it was found that one of Graham's female coworkers had hired these kids to steal the car. She had taken the keys from the shelf while Graham was working. She mysteriously disappeared as well and was never to be seen again.
Now this is where the gypsies come in. About this time it was well known that the Travelers were in the area and scamming people all over the place. There were notices in the papers warning people about paying in advance to have your roof repaired or your driveway resurfaced. I had heard that the girl that was responsible for stealing the keys was a Traveler. Graham said she was not and I am crazy. I think it would have been pretty hard for her to just disappear so I am going to say until he proves me wrong I will continue to say that my brother jumped on the hood of his car as it was being stolen by gypsies. And you can't stop me Graham.
