Tuesday, January 17, 2006

What In The World part 3

FYI: Read Part 1 through 2 first.

So here I am, driving out of my apartment complex, wondering why this lady approached me in the first place and how long had she been following me. She's behind me right now because I told her we were going to a bar. Had she not sensed my uneasiness? Why did she want to talk to me somewhere "in the back"? What did she want to talk to me about in seclusion? Surely I was going to get robbed, I thought. How did this escalate? The series of events that led me up to this point was obviously still a giant web of confusion. Now the psycho bitch is on my tail because we're going somewhere to talk. My heart is racing. I am sticking to my plan otherwise she'll follow me forever and I couldn't exactly walk into my apartment with her there. My plan was not to go to a bar though. I saw the cone labyrinth in a different way. In fact--I remember thinking back to when I was standing at the dumpster having a conversation with this strange lady---I was thinking how fortunate it was that there was construction going on tonight.

She's following close behind me and I am trying to not go so fast because I didn't want her to think I was trying to "get away." I make a left turn onto Baymeadows and I spot one. Just as I had planned. Quickly, I swerve into the construction area right in front of the nearest patrol car. Surely she saw this coming, I thought. If not, she is even crazier than I thought. She drove herself farther down to Southside as I tried explaining to the cop as fast as I could (since he was quickly approaching me), that this lady, who was fit for a straight-jacket, had basically detained me for about 10 minutes next to a dumpster. He understood and said he sent a patrol to look for her. I threw in the fact that I thought she was on drugs so they would actually have an incentive to track her down. I don't know if they ever found her but I have her fingerprints all over my car window.

So tell me; what in the world was that about?

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