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by I need clarification 06/23/2009, 6:31pm PDT |
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I'd gone to a screening of Transformers 2 on the Paramount lot which got out around midnight, and wanted to stop by Pink's for a hot dog since I live on the other side of town now and don't get to Hollywood all that often. Pink's is one of those "LA Institution" places which attracts huge lines for no good reason other than every poser like myself thinks it's where they need to go to get a fucking hot dog. I decided to cruise past first to see how long the line was before committing to a parking spot.
As I drove past (the line was way too long, fuck that), I saw a girl being carried off the road to the sidewalk by two guys. What's up?!! She seemed to be moving and struggling, and I didn't see any wrecked cars. I couldn't figure out what was going on. La Brea is a major thoroughfare, five lanes wide and always trafficked. I had to keep moving, but made a U-turn at the next intersection to head back home. I was in the right lane and listening to "In Cold Blood" on audiobook, when the car in front of me braked suddenly. I thought he was trying to park, so I whipped around him to the right. Just as I came up next to him, I saw the same girl now lying in the middle of the road, across both south-bound lanes! Her head was right in my front right tire's path. I slammed on my brakes as well, then watched in disbelief as her friends pleaded with her from the sidewalk to come back to them. She got up, ran around in traffic a little more, then laid down back where she was before.
I was furious! What if I had killed her? I'd probably feel bad about it forever. What a selfish cunt! I rolled down my window and yelled to her friends that I was going to call the FUCKING cops! They told me to go ahead, they couldn't control her. "She's CRAZY!" they yelled. So I did! I called the cops! I've never called the cops before. I expected a busy signal but the dispatcher answered right away. By then the girl was wandering around again so I drove past her and pulled over a few blocks away. I was very impressed with my ability to remember what she was wearing, to estimate her height and weight. When the dispatcher asked me if she was white, black, or Hispanic, I almost corrected her to tell her it was better to say "Latina," but then I realized I don't know which is better! They're both words white people don't like to say because it sounds racist. Even before I drove off the cops had arrived and were interviewing her back on the sidewalk. I wanted to go back and tell them it was BULLSHIT if she claims she was never in traffic, but I'd done enough civic duty for one night and I was still hungry. |
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