Bad girls, bad girls, whacha gonna do?
Putting my pants on to go to work my mid shift this evening. Ding-dong. The door bell rings. My next door neighbor is at the door at 9:15 PM. Our closest neighbor, she lives several hundred feet away and our house is tucked in a wooded patch of rural Georgia so we rarely see her, let alone talk to her. She asks L if either of us has to go anywhere tonight as I walk up straightening the shirt I just put on. Evidently there has been an accident at the end of my driveway. I ask if we need to call the authorities and our neighbor says that it's probably unnecessary. L follows our neighbor to the end of the driveway while I finish getting dressed.
I hop in my car and drive out to the road. My driveway is gravel and winds about three hundred feet through the woods to the street. As I get to the end of the driveway, I see a white Cadillac sprawled across the end blocking my exit. On the road is my neighbors car with the hazard lights on. My neighbor and her boyfriend were returning from a date and were behind (lucky for them) this Cadi when it veered off the road into the ditch. It hopped the hump of my driveway plowing through some small saplings and a couple logs the power company had left when trimming back some trees a while ago. It came to rest about a foot from my mail box and length-wise across my driveway.
The lady driving was not just drunk but completely hammered. She was the most drunk individual I've witnessed since my army days. We all felt sorry for her, in spite of her being an idiot and driving in her condition. The neighbor offered to drive her, a black woman in her late thirties, home. We said it was OK with us as long as the car got moved before the end of the day tomorrow. They made it as far as the stop sign at the end of the road where they asked her which way to go. Clearly out of her mind she replied with "Oh...You know." So the nice couple attempting to chauffeur her home did a 180 degree turn and brought her back to the scene of the accident. We had no choice but to call the cops. The woman wouldn't tell us her name and the only thing her car was a bunch of bibles on the floor of the passenger side. While waiting for the police in the back of the boyfriends car, she vomited all over the beige leather back seat. Surprisingly, he didn't have a shit fit or anything. He just joked with his date that she was going to have to clean the mess up because it was her idea to give the woman a ride home.
It must have been a slow night for the cops. It took them all of three minutes to get there once we called and this wasn't even an emergency since no one was hurt and nothing was broke (except the Cadi.) The officer was young and seemed to be in a jovial mood. He was really gentle and patient with the drunk woman. He and L attempted to coax the drunken woman from the car. L helped that woman from the seat and steadied her while trying to escort her back to the police cruiser. She went willingly for about three steps. Then she realized she was being escorted back to a cop car and her attitude changed. She became belligerent. The woman tried to turn around and go the other way but she was obviously too drunk to make any sudden movements and almost fell down. The officer took over for L and escorted the woman back to his car. He sat her in the back seat.
I was in danger of being late for work so I found a path through the woods where my car would fit and navigated my way to the neighboring driveway where I was able to make it out to the road. I kissed L goodbye and was on my way. I was almost to work when L called and told me that two other cops showed up and the woman became almost violent when they asked her to take a sobriety test. She refused. They read her rights to her and tried to put her back in the cop car. She kept sticking her foot out the door so they couldn't close it. Eventually she had to be strongly encouraged to keep her foot in the car. L said "It was so cool! Just like watching cops on TV." I laughed and wondered why they needed three cops to handle a tiny black woman who could barely stand. No wonder there's never a cop around when you want one.
I hop in my car and drive out to the road. My driveway is gravel and winds about three hundred feet through the woods to the street. As I get to the end of the driveway, I see a white Cadillac sprawled across the end blocking my exit. On the road is my neighbors car with the hazard lights on. My neighbor and her boyfriend were returning from a date and were behind (lucky for them) this Cadi when it veered off the road into the ditch. It hopped the hump of my driveway plowing through some small saplings and a couple logs the power company had left when trimming back some trees a while ago. It came to rest about a foot from my mail box and length-wise across my driveway.
The lady driving was not just drunk but completely hammered. She was the most drunk individual I've witnessed since my army days. We all felt sorry for her, in spite of her being an idiot and driving in her condition. The neighbor offered to drive her, a black woman in her late thirties, home. We said it was OK with us as long as the car got moved before the end of the day tomorrow. They made it as far as the stop sign at the end of the road where they asked her which way to go. Clearly out of her mind she replied with "Oh...You know." So the nice couple attempting to chauffeur her home did a 180 degree turn and brought her back to the scene of the accident. We had no choice but to call the cops. The woman wouldn't tell us her name and the only thing her car was a bunch of bibles on the floor of the passenger side. While waiting for the police in the back of the boyfriends car, she vomited all over the beige leather back seat. Surprisingly, he didn't have a shit fit or anything. He just joked with his date that she was going to have to clean the mess up because it was her idea to give the woman a ride home.
It must have been a slow night for the cops. It took them all of three minutes to get there once we called and this wasn't even an emergency since no one was hurt and nothing was broke (except the Cadi.) The officer was young and seemed to be in a jovial mood. He was really gentle and patient with the drunk woman. He and L attempted to coax the drunken woman from the car. L helped that woman from the seat and steadied her while trying to escort her back to the police cruiser. She went willingly for about three steps. Then she realized she was being escorted back to a cop car and her attitude changed. She became belligerent. The woman tried to turn around and go the other way but she was obviously too drunk to make any sudden movements and almost fell down. The officer took over for L and escorted the woman back to his car. He sat her in the back seat.
I was in danger of being late for work so I found a path through the woods where my car would fit and navigated my way to the neighboring driveway where I was able to make it out to the road. I kissed L goodbye and was on my way. I was almost to work when L called and told me that two other cops showed up and the woman became almost violent when they asked her to take a sobriety test. She refused. They read her rights to her and tried to put her back in the cop car. She kept sticking her foot out the door so they couldn't close it. Eventually she had to be strongly encouraged to keep her foot in the car. L said "It was so cool! Just like watching cops on TV." I laughed and wondered why they needed three cops to handle a tiny black woman who could barely stand. No wonder there's never a cop around when you want one.
posted by Glenn at 11:59 PM
3 Comments:
If that had happened in Cincinnati they(the cops) probably would have shot her.
they never would have shown up in my city, nobody was dead.
Why am I having a deja vu moment?
Ben O.
Is it deja vu when something someone else says reminds you of something?
Probably not . . . disgregard this whole comment.
Ben O.
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