Praise the Lord for safety!
I forgot to update you on this earlier...when I got into the office this morning I shared my story of the "adventure" with the rental car with several people. Turns out one lady said the place where I was stranded for 2 hours by myself with no mace, pepper spray, handgun, etc. is such a bad neighborhood that her son, a big football player sized mechanic who works near there got a gun permit so he can protect himself from the crazies who come into the shop! I am praising the Lord tonight for watching over me. Several people walked by while I sat there but none of them bothered me. Only the security guards, who I later found out have some affiliation with 9-1-1 yet wouldn't help a young woman stranded in the ghetto. How ironic!?!