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"Some bitch broke the key,"
14 years ago
_BONEZ And Her Journal Full Of Brain Barf_ Hi All.
So, at this point you're probably wondering what the subject means. Boy, have I got a story for ya~
Begin:
There's a McDonalds off of the 46 Highway, right at the begining of town out here. Everytime I go, there seems to be someone getting arrested.
One gentleman sat in there screaming all kinds of racist slurs at the folks behind the counter and enjoying their meals. He was clearly intoxicated, but I was enfuriated. I went to call the cops and watched three pull up. In Paso, it's not out of the ordinary for them to go three deep for a routine traffic violation. They're bored.
This time however, one busted in with his hand on his tazer. "I need you to get up, and put your hands on the table." So poof. This guy was getting arrested. Clearly a warrant out, since there wasn't much 'to do' about the whole situation. The man did make a run for it, and the Cop took him down in one fell swoop. There were little kids inside though; it spooked them considerably. Once they had the slur slinging creep in the cruiser, the Officer came back and handed out little badges. Very cute.
Well ANYWAY. I ran off on a tangent. This particular evening, I'm meeting my roomie for din din after the gym. Right? Gym and then dinner at McDs. Shut up.
I pull up, and there are two Cruisers blocking the front lot entrance and exit. I go around and head inside (and of course grab a window seat to watch). One Officer is at the drivers side door of this old, beat to shit Crown Vic. Blacked out windows; the works. Flashlight in hand, there's a conversation of some kind going on with the African American man behind the wheel. I watch for a while, and finally, the Officer at the door beckons for the man to step out. Boom. Getting arrested. The second Officer sticks close and they frisk the guy. Lead him into the Cruiser. At this point, I'm kinda bored. Nothing much goes down. Then they start searching the Vic. I glance over, and now there's a gal out there talking with the cops. At first I think, 'Okay, witness?' Little bit later, they close up the Vic and both Officers drive off. The girl comes inside, looks for an outlet inside Mc's then goes back out and grabs a bag from the Vic.
When she comes back inside, she's on her phone.
"I'm at McDonalds. They just arrested ______. Can you like, come get me or-... Kay. Yeah. Kay... Yeah." then hangs up. Evidently, she isn't getting a ride. She sits herself on the floor and looks a little pathetic.
AND OF COURSE, Brennan being Brennan, turns around and walks over:
"Do you need a ride somewhere?"
Now, I've got about a foot on this chick, and I'm not going to lie and say I ain't 'brawny' so she's not scary. She looks up, like a deer in the headlights as she's plugging in a ritsy ass laptop (technical term) and nods:
"They arrested my Husband and took him to the Police station. I need to get there, but I need someone to drive my car. My license is suspended."
Up a notch on my 'Sketchy Meter'.
And Brennan goes: "Yeah sure, I can take you." There was some deliberation about which station it is that Husband is at, but then we're off. Roomie gets in her car to follow us out, since the situation is a little.. weird. I sit down in the drivers side of the Vic and there is this overwhelming stench of Pot.
"Oh, my Husband has his Cannibus Card," strange lady replies when I give her the 'look'. I nod then go to turn the key. There isn't one. Matter of fact, the whole ignition slot is gone. I give her another 'look' and she reaches over and grabs the Screwdriver in the cup holder between us, that I missed until then. She rams it in the ignition and starts the car.
"Some bitch broke the key," she states. That earned a few more ticks on the Sketchy Meter.
Pull out and drive towards the station. She's blathering on about how pissed she is. Evidently, they were "**taking too long at the gas station, and some fucking bitch called the Cops since we were loitering. I know it's because my Husband is Black." I didn't ask, nor did I care. I just wanted to drop her off and be gone. "I was in the bathroom cuz I think I started my period. Stop here at the gas station again I gotta buy Tampons."
....
After our tampon stop, she tells me he was arrested because of outstanding tickets. It then occured to me that when I walked out to the Vic, the car hadn't been registered since 06. Sketchy Meter is pretty full at this point. I nod, the whole yeah cool thanks. She goes off on this rage trip about Paso and how racist everyone out here must be. I don't say much; just ready to be done with my good deed.
"My Husband is pinching his pot between his ass-cheeks right now. We're fucked if the Cops find it.."
.... Sketchy Meter is full.
Stop at the Police Station (THANK GOD) and I get the fuck out. She pulls out a cigarette, goes "Yeah thanks" and says she's going to wait for her man.
I jump in Roomies car like it aint no ones business and the poor thing almost gets a contact high from my smell alone. The whole ride back our Sketchy Meters are ringin.
That was OUR night. Oh, and I almost hit a cat on the way home. But ALMOST. So yeah. Hopefully I win the Lottery or something for my 'good deed'.
Dear god.
**the statement made regarding 'racism' was strictly quoted.
So, at this point you're probably wondering what the subject means. Boy, have I got a story for ya~
Begin:
There's a McDonalds off of the 46 Highway, right at the begining of town out here. Everytime I go, there seems to be someone getting arrested.
One gentleman sat in there screaming all kinds of racist slurs at the folks behind the counter and enjoying their meals. He was clearly intoxicated, but I was enfuriated. I went to call the cops and watched three pull up. In Paso, it's not out of the ordinary for them to go three deep for a routine traffic violation. They're bored.
This time however, one busted in with his hand on his tazer. "I need you to get up, and put your hands on the table." So poof. This guy was getting arrested. Clearly a warrant out, since there wasn't much 'to do' about the whole situation. The man did make a run for it, and the Cop took him down in one fell swoop. There were little kids inside though; it spooked them considerably. Once they had the slur slinging creep in the cruiser, the Officer came back and handed out little badges. Very cute.
Well ANYWAY. I ran off on a tangent. This particular evening, I'm meeting my roomie for din din after the gym. Right? Gym and then dinner at McDs. Shut up.
I pull up, and there are two Cruisers blocking the front lot entrance and exit. I go around and head inside (and of course grab a window seat to watch). One Officer is at the drivers side door of this old, beat to shit Crown Vic. Blacked out windows; the works. Flashlight in hand, there's a conversation of some kind going on with the African American man behind the wheel. I watch for a while, and finally, the Officer at the door beckons for the man to step out. Boom. Getting arrested. The second Officer sticks close and they frisk the guy. Lead him into the Cruiser. At this point, I'm kinda bored. Nothing much goes down. Then they start searching the Vic. I glance over, and now there's a gal out there talking with the cops. At first I think, 'Okay, witness?' Little bit later, they close up the Vic and both Officers drive off. The girl comes inside, looks for an outlet inside Mc's then goes back out and grabs a bag from the Vic.
When she comes back inside, she's on her phone.
"I'm at McDonalds. They just arrested ______. Can you like, come get me or-... Kay. Yeah. Kay... Yeah." then hangs up. Evidently, she isn't getting a ride. She sits herself on the floor and looks a little pathetic.
AND OF COURSE, Brennan being Brennan, turns around and walks over:
"Do you need a ride somewhere?"
Now, I've got about a foot on this chick, and I'm not going to lie and say I ain't 'brawny' so she's not scary. She looks up, like a deer in the headlights as she's plugging in a ritsy ass laptop (technical term) and nods:
"They arrested my Husband and took him to the Police station. I need to get there, but I need someone to drive my car. My license is suspended."
Up a notch on my 'Sketchy Meter'.
And Brennan goes: "Yeah sure, I can take you." There was some deliberation about which station it is that Husband is at, but then we're off. Roomie gets in her car to follow us out, since the situation is a little.. weird. I sit down in the drivers side of the Vic and there is this overwhelming stench of Pot.
"Oh, my Husband has his Cannibus Card," strange lady replies when I give her the 'look'. I nod then go to turn the key. There isn't one. Matter of fact, the whole ignition slot is gone. I give her another 'look' and she reaches over and grabs the Screwdriver in the cup holder between us, that I missed until then. She rams it in the ignition and starts the car.
"Some bitch broke the key," she states. That earned a few more ticks on the Sketchy Meter.
Pull out and drive towards the station. She's blathering on about how pissed she is. Evidently, they were "**taking too long at the gas station, and some fucking bitch called the Cops since we were loitering. I know it's because my Husband is Black." I didn't ask, nor did I care. I just wanted to drop her off and be gone. "I was in the bathroom cuz I think I started my period. Stop here at the gas station again I gotta buy Tampons."
....
After our tampon stop, she tells me he was arrested because of outstanding tickets. It then occured to me that when I walked out to the Vic, the car hadn't been registered since 06. Sketchy Meter is pretty full at this point. I nod, the whole yeah cool thanks. She goes off on this rage trip about Paso and how racist everyone out here must be. I don't say much; just ready to be done with my good deed.
"My Husband is pinching his pot between his ass-cheeks right now. We're fucked if the Cops find it.."
.... Sketchy Meter is full.
Stop at the Police Station (THANK GOD) and I get the fuck out. She pulls out a cigarette, goes "Yeah thanks" and says she's going to wait for her man.
I jump in Roomies car like it aint no ones business and the poor thing almost gets a contact high from my smell alone. The whole ride back our Sketchy Meters are ringin.
That was OUR night. Oh, and I almost hit a cat on the way home. But ALMOST. So yeah. Hopefully I win the Lottery or something for my 'good deed'.
Dear god.
**the statement made regarding 'racism' was strictly quoted.
... I really hope they didn't have the drug dogs sniff the guy. Those dogs love to bite ;D
That's quite an adventure brenny :O
I work at a grocery store, I put things ranging from soap, to tampons, to flowers to cheese etc, on shelves, lol.
I'm working away, putting some cookies on a shelf when I hear a page over the store's PA system "security watch camera 4" .. because of the location of my store (a brand new ritzy upper class area, full of quarter million dollar condos and homes ranging from 250 to 800 000 dollars) we don't have any security in our store.. ever, just cameras. So that's just something we say if we suspect someone of trying to shoplift, trying to deter them.
ANYWAY
I hear that page, and my ears perk, I instantly start walking around the store to see if I can spot anybody... then I see the seafood department guy running full speed across the front of the store towards the door... the chase was on. I start running too, the person from produce/my friend who cuts fruit and vegetables for trays and platters joins me. We make it outside to see our bakery manager across the parking lot in a yelling match with someone...he pokes his head around a van and yells to us "CALL THE POLICE" - my friend was already on her cell phone before he said it, we knew what was up.
We run over to see him trying to get this ladies big lululemon bag (I mean, this could've been a carry-on on a plane, it was that big) and him yelling at her to give him the bag, she was outright refusing, and hitting him. It turns out her daughter was there helping her steal!.. so she jumps in the car, to which the mother starts yelling at her to drive away. Things get a little more interesting at this point.. an off-duty RCMP (canadian national police, basically) officer comes out of the store (he was shopping with his wife) and he immediately goes and tries to help.. at this point, the mother yells "SHE'S 15, AND DOESN'T HAVE A LICENCE" .. as our manager is now trying to wrestle the bag from the mothers hands, and trying to get the keys out of the ignition of the car as the daughter is screaming- the RCMP officer tells her not to drive, as she will get in a lot of trouble.
The girl takes off... and our manager at this point was fed up, and ends up putting the lady who wouldn't give up her bag.. into a headlock, until she let it go. He got it.. awesome. So the RCMP officer ends up putting the lady under arrest after she tries running away across the parking lot. The police show up, the daughter is long gone. The off-duty RCMP officer hands things over to the city police when they show up, and his wife leans over and tells my friend and I "...don't marry an rcmp officer, this happens every time we go out.." we all had a little chuckle over that and they leave. So the mother wasn't saying a word, and was being very stubborn and rude to the officers, saying "you can't do this to me, what will everyone think?" .. to which I couldn't keep my mouth shut "maybe you should've thought of that before trying to STEAL THINGS." It turns out, one of the cashiers knew the girl who took off in the car, from school, and went out and told the officer where they lived, the daughters name.. everything. At this point the mother broke out into tears, and was stuffed into the back of the waiting police car, and we went back inside.
Phew... what a night!