Tuesday, October 14, 2008

frantic

Sometimes I like to take the back roads home from work instead of the highway just for a change of pace and tonight was one of those times. Its a kick to drive on some empty windy roads late at night and inevitably I drive too fast. While flying down one of these [specifically Maple Street in Easton] I found myself reacting to something..... something out of the corner of my eye and with a massive rush of adrenalin I slammed on the brakes narrowly avoiding a huge deer that was in full gallop across my path. Must have been a big-old daddy deer. I tell you he was ten stories if he was a foot.
The other night I had a pick-up at a local bar and eatery. I pulled up and there was a young woman waiting with a man who it turns out worked at the establishment, maybe the manager, and he had taken her keys from her and called a cab [me] to get her home in one piece.
Despite being hammered she wanted no part of it and wanted her car keys immediately. She was refusing to get in the taxi until the gentleman threatened to call the police and the idea of jail wasn't appealing to her so she reluctantly slinked into the back.
I had to ask her 5 times where she lived before she would tell me but she did and seemed to settle down a little. Once on the highway she started getting agitated again, yelling and crying.
She started to yell "Let me out of here right now!"
I kept pushing the power lock button so she couldn't open the door and then totally frustrated she started to climb out the window. I reached back and tried to grab her while slowing down as fast as I could. We stopped and she continued out of the window and onto the highway so I grabbed my phone and went after her, walking with her to make sure she didn't wobble into traffic. She was crying hysterically so I just tried to say hey its okay. You're alright, just relax. I got the State Police on the phone and they pulled up pretty quick, two cruisers. At that point she was sprawled out on the road with me just standing there next to her. I told them the story and that I thought she was just scared and to their credit they acted quite compassionately. I stayed for a few minutes but there wasn't much to talk about. The situation spake for itself.


2 comments:

meg said...

". I tell you he was ten stories if he was a foot." - george!

-------->...."you're batman!"

what a trip man

Richard said...

I AM batman