Elianna
Winged Tiki Idol
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Okay. I will NEVER be able to steal SeaCat's thunder with his amazing stories, but...
Tonight I was driving home after watching a movie at my brother's house. Transformers. It was my first time. I really enjoyed it. Good special effects...
Anyway. My brother, his wife and their 2 and 1/2 year old currently live in my childhood home with my mother because they just moved back from living overseas while my brother was in school. I bought a house about a mile away from my mom's house because I loved the neighborhood and the location (plus, all good daughters live close to their lonely mothers... right?
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So I was driving home. It's 11 PM my time and I come to the intersection. The light is green, but I see this shadow run across the intersection despite the fact he can become "squashed like grape" because traffic is coming right at him. However, it IS late and this part of town is quiet. So I slow down and making sure I don't squish said kid, breeze through the intersection.
Then, I think.
"What the hell is a kid doing running across the street like that?"
Now, some of you know, I deal with delinquent teenagers on a regular basis as part of my job.
"SHIT!" The little punk was a tagger.
I do a u-turn in the middle of the street and speed back calling the police in the process (I have PD on speed dial for reasons listed above).
I pull up to the power supply box on the corner and damn it, he'd tagged it with his little sign and initials. OOOOOOOHHHHH! I want him NOW!
The little punk dashes off into the neighborhood. I give chase while on the line to the police.
Now here's the STUPID PART. I know who the hell I'm calling. This is what I do. They sit there and try to argue that I'm not calling the correct city because this street is right on the border.
Finally I say "Listen lady. I know what city this area is in. I grew up here. Furthermore I'm an person who works closely with your department. Get the police here or I'm going to lose this kid in the neighborhood, plus I don't know who he is or if he's armed, I really do not want to follow him too closely."
She screws around and I lose the kid because he runs into an alleyway that I'm not stupid enough to drive through ( it's a rural area and I'd be off roading. Last time I ran- good neighborhood to run in, by the way- down that alley it was impassible with a car.)
Finally she gets police dispatched, but now we've lost them. I am so pissed.
Little punk. Tags my neighborhood. I lose him, and the police dispatcher dicks around because she can't figure out which city the incident is in, even though I told her 4 times.
So now I'm home. Police are going to drive around and kid will hide in the bushes until coast is clear. Kid will get out his red spray paint and continue to piss his red paint and his "PS" tagger ID all over my neighborhood.
GRRRRR!!!! I'm going to take a picture of it tomorrow and call some other people I know. It's time to check some notebooks in the local high school.
Punks.
Tonight I was driving home after watching a movie at my brother's house. Transformers. It was my first time. I really enjoyed it. Good special effects...
Anyway. My brother, his wife and their 2 and 1/2 year old currently live in my childhood home with my mother because they just moved back from living overseas while my brother was in school. I bought a house about a mile away from my mom's house because I loved the neighborhood and the location (plus, all good daughters live close to their lonely mothers... right?
So I was driving home. It's 11 PM my time and I come to the intersection. The light is green, but I see this shadow run across the intersection despite the fact he can become "squashed like grape" because traffic is coming right at him. However, it IS late and this part of town is quiet. So I slow down and making sure I don't squish said kid, breeze through the intersection.
Then, I think.
"What the hell is a kid doing running across the street like that?"
Now, some of you know, I deal with delinquent teenagers on a regular basis as part of my job.
"SHIT!" The little punk was a tagger.
I do a u-turn in the middle of the street and speed back calling the police in the process (I have PD on speed dial for reasons listed above).
I pull up to the power supply box on the corner and damn it, he'd tagged it with his little sign and initials. OOOOOOOHHHHH! I want him NOW!
The little punk dashes off into the neighborhood. I give chase while on the line to the police.
Now here's the STUPID PART. I know who the hell I'm calling. This is what I do. They sit there and try to argue that I'm not calling the correct city because this street is right on the border.
Finally I say "Listen lady. I know what city this area is in. I grew up here. Furthermore I'm an person who works closely with your department. Get the police here or I'm going to lose this kid in the neighborhood, plus I don't know who he is or if he's armed, I really do not want to follow him too closely."
She screws around and I lose the kid because he runs into an alleyway that I'm not stupid enough to drive through ( it's a rural area and I'd be off roading. Last time I ran- good neighborhood to run in, by the way- down that alley it was impassible with a car.)
Finally she gets police dispatched, but now we've lost them. I am so pissed.
Little punk. Tags my neighborhood. I lose him, and the police dispatcher dicks around because she can't figure out which city the incident is in, even though I told her 4 times.
So now I'm home. Police are going to drive around and kid will hide in the bushes until coast is clear. Kid will get out his red spray paint and continue to piss his red paint and his "PS" tagger ID all over my neighborhood.
GRRRRR!!!! I'm going to take a picture of it tomorrow and call some other people I know. It's time to check some notebooks in the local high school.
Punks.