She had to work the night shift and doesn't like to drive home at 3:00 AM, so we drive her in and she calls a cab home.
I had been busy working around the house all day so my wardrobe consisted of my night gown with stretch pants underneath, hair pulled back and secured with a pencil, and of course my yellow rubber barn shoes.
No big, who's gonna see me.
I made it to town without incident, but as I rounded my last corner home I came upon a motorcycle in the ditch, buried in black berries with two leather clad onlookers and a passer by who had apparently stopped to offer assistance.
I could see they were in quite a pickle and since I was almost to my driveway I stopped, rolled down my window and offered to call for help.
I must have tapped their last nerve because they SCREAMED at me that NO they did NOT need any HELP.
W h a t e v e r .
Even the passer by felt bad and gave me the sorry shrug.
This didn't set to well with me, and after some thought I put together the fact that it was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and that maybe, just maybe, alcohol had played a part in their misfortune.
Now, I'm no prude, but when I'm at a fashion low and still stop to offer aide to a stanger, and am treated badly in return, someone is going to pay.
I came in the house and promptly called 911.
I had been busy working around the house all day so my wardrobe consisted of my night gown with stretch pants underneath, hair pulled back and secured with a pencil, and of course my yellow rubber barn shoes.
No big, who's gonna see me.
I made it to town without incident, but as I rounded my last corner home I came upon a motorcycle in the ditch, buried in black berries with two leather clad onlookers and a passer by who had apparently stopped to offer assistance.
I could see they were in quite a pickle and since I was almost to my driveway I stopped, rolled down my window and offered to call for help.
I must have tapped their last nerve because they SCREAMED at me that NO they did NOT need any HELP.
W h a t e v e r .
Even the passer by felt bad and gave me the sorry shrug.
This didn't set to well with me, and after some thought I put together the fact that it was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and that maybe, just maybe, alcohol had played a part in their misfortune.
Now, I'm no prude, but when I'm at a fashion low and still stop to offer aide to a stanger, and am treated badly in return, someone is going to pay.
I came in the house and promptly called 911.
I told the pleasant woman who took my call what had happened and that by NO means was I trying to be a Gladys Cravitz, but I was quite certain these people were in need of deputies assistance.
I also may have mentioned that if alcohol had been a factor, how unfortunate it would be for them to continue travel on our family friendly county roads.
I also may have mentioned that if alcohol had been a factor, how unfortunate it would be for them to continue travel on our family friendly county roads.
She agreed.
I gave her all the information she needed to put in the report, but before I hung up she asked my name and address.
Well, I may be a troublemaker, but I AM NOT stupid.
I told her there was no way I was giving her my name and that the last thing I needed were angry drunken bikers at my door seeking revenge, and could I please remain anonymous...
If not, just list me as Gladys.
Gladys Cravitz.
I wonder how things worked out for them.....
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