Thursday, December 07, 2006

Bad boys, bad boys ... whatcha gon' do?

Last Friday was an odd one for me. I hung out with two friends of mine for the first time ... not that we hadn't hung out before, just not so much together. Ever try that? Without sounding too New Age hippy dippy, there was an odd energy about the evening. I think we'll hang out together again -- besides, only 2/3rds of the group thought it odd 'n strange -- but the high point was the car chase. How could it not be?

Right behind the Trolley Square area, we witnessed a hit 'n run. A bad one. And, when the guy took off down the wrong side of the side of the street, we felt it our duty to chase him down and get some license plate digits. He nearly missed another woman's vehicle rounding the corner and, unexpectedly, parked awkwardly on a busy corner (definitely not a place to parallel park). I think it's because his car wouldn't go any further. By then, we'd got what we were chasing him for (I have the local cops on my cell phone for just such an emergency), but we parked right in front of him regardless.

As he was trying to walk away (yes, awkwardly, with a lot of looking around, just like they do in half the COPS episodes), Chris opened his door and asked him where he thought he was going. He answered by saying he was, you know, just trying to get out of the intersection, so's nobody else would hit him. Yeah, right ... a block away and speeding to get there. We let him know they were likely waiting for him at the scene of the crime/accident and advised he make his way over there. Prolly the brightest thing to do (we really should have stayed with him), but quick circle around the block revealed he didn't exactly make it back over.

Talking to the cops right near his abandoned car followed, telling our part of the unfolding story. There was even a midget cop and a bloodhound sniffing the driver's seat and preparing for a search. It was all very, very exciting and, well, I honestly wanted to volunteer my services in catching the guy. I'd left my bulletproof vest at hom, though, so we drove off. Ever since then, I've wondered how it all panned out.

UNTIL NOW!

A policeman called me this morning and wants me to identify him in what he's calling a "photo lineup". And, while that doesn't sound as exciting as a real live lineup, with a reversible mirror and everything, I'll take what I can get. This will allow me to be the Super Citizen of my neighborhood. The ossifer is meeting me at my place in a couple hours.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're a very good boy.

aisy said...

you've got my vote for citizen of the month.

Anonymous said...

One of the cops was a MIDGET?! For real? I am so jealous.

Dainon said...

Well, he was definitely lots shorter'n me. And, hmm, if his bloodhound were to have stood on his hind legs, he'd have easily towered over his "owner". So definitely midget-like.

Dainon said...

UPDATE: I picked the right guy. I win!

Meredith Whitney said...

sounds like slc is more exciting than i remember...

ewesa said...

awesome! poor person involved in the hit and run though. but adversity brings people together. now whenever you're with those friends you can be like "remember when we totally called the cops on that guy?..". bonded.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I'm so proud of you. That was some sharp thinking, Dainon. A lot of people are often too much in shock to think of chasing him down for a license plate. Nice job!