I had an eventful night tonight…
I spent the evening at Del’s watching the Dixie Chicks ‘Shut up and Sing’ and left around 2h30 am to go home. As we were turning onto my street we saw a cab pulled over and a bunch of guys running – when we looked more closely we realized there were 2 or 3 guys chasing down a cabbie. I was like ‘what the hell?’ So we slowed down and I stuck my head out of the car and started yelling at them to break it up. The guys backed off a bit and started yelling at us about how the cabbie wouldn’t let them in his cab or something and then the cabbie ran up to us and asked us to call the cops. His head had a big knot on it and he had blood on his face. I felt so bad for him- here he is at almost 3am in the middle of the street fighting with a bunch if drunk ass hoodlums. Disgraceful.
Anyways the hoodlums kept circling and because they were DRUNK, were too stupid to just move on and save us all 2 hours. The cabbie started towards his car and they all rushed him again and he hit one of them with a bat or something – I don’t know where the hell he got it from. I was like “Where did that bat come from? If they all start with weapons here I’m gone!” So I’m yelling at them to stop it and separate and Del is OH MY GOD…USELESS!!!!! Call 911 Del. We had 2 (count ’em 2!!) cell phones in the car and this child is fumbling and hemming and oh where is it…I was like girl unless you feel like making a citizen’s arrest I suggest you dial 91-feakin1!
Meanwhile the guy the cabbie hit is bellowing in my face about how he got hit and I was his witness and I’m all like “Yes…now stop yelling at me and calm down.”
Drunk boy: Ok I’m sorry, but you saw him right? I was abused by him! I’m calling the cops!
Me: Ummm…yes. Yes. Call the cops…good idea kiddo.
Drunk boy’s friends took off…smart little shits.
Del is muttering in the background “I am so never dropping you off again”.
So Del and I sat there in the car with drunk white boy on my side and busted up cabbie on Del’s side. Drunk boy is wailing to the 911 operator about how he was attacked and I’m his witness. I’m telling him to shut his hole before he wakes everyone up. Del is calming the cabbie who is now accusing us of calling the cops for drunk boy and not him…
Finally the cops arrive after theoretically speaking both Del and I are gutted in the street. It took them forever. Anyways to make a looong story short…they arrested drunk boy, took our statements, chatted with us a bit and told us we did good.
Del: So do we get a medal or something.
All I know is I better not have to go to court.