In a message dated 2/24/2007 8:31:18 A.M. Pacific Standard Time,
randyc@UCLAlumni.net writes:
If the city of Las Vegas has me sign a piece of paper saying that I can go
60mph in a 55mph zone and they won't ticket me, then yes, I would say it's
"legal" for me to go 60mph in the city of Las Vegas despite the sign on the
side of the road that says 55mph.
This relates to a letter I received from a friend in Georgia yesterday. She
got the calls while at work in a super club:
<<My almost 19 year old son Patrick was hit by a car 3 days ago. He tends
to come up with lies. Doozies. Have no idea why or where he gets it from, I
swear. I hear, "hit by a car" and I naturally assume brain damage. So I
immediately went from just answering the phone, to fuming blind when I picked it
up and it was he telling me of his trauma. "What the f...k! What are you?
5?! Get off the grass, back up off your ass and go find a job, damnit! Quit
with all this drama or I swear you WILL be hit by a car and I'll be behind
the wheel! Click. I take a minute to compose myself and shoosh away all the
murderous thoughts that over took my brain when I was thinking, "I don't know
how to help that boy!"
Five minutes later the phone is for me again. "This is Officer so and so
from the Roswell PD, are you related to Patrick M........?"
"Oh give me a break! He called the police to better his story? Or is this
Chuck? I swear I'm not above killing you too, Chuckie, if you're in on
this."
"Ma'm I'm not sure what you mean by all that but if you'll give me your
attention, we have a serious situation here involving your son Patrick. Can you
get someone to ride you here to your apartment? Patrick was hit by a car.
Now, I'm not sure how serious it is, he's awake and talking but I do know
enough to tell you you need to come home, and it's better if you don't drive".
So now I'm quiet. Still think he's lying, but quiet. See? Mother of the
year. Every year! Our bartender, TC, a budding rap star and good kid from
the suburbs put me in his pimped out Caddie, turned on his latest CD and down
GA400 we rode, him yelling to me 1 1/2 feet away, "What'd ya think? This is
my new sh..t! Thursday I'm going in the studio with Chris (a.k.a. Ludakris)
to record the remix of so and so's record for the clubs!"
I'm thinking, "How'd I get here, God?"
God answered, "One drink at a time, fool!"
We pull in. I see no fire trucks, police, nothing. And this is supposedly
the area I understood to be where he was hit. Once again, my blood's on
high, and out loud I declare my victory of knowing truth.
"That little f....er just refuses to look for a job, TC! He'll do any damn
thing he can to get out of it, I swear! Speaking of getting out of it, will
you PLEASE turn off that music! I love you, kiddo but Christ!"
"It's not music Susy, it's rap!"
"TURN IT OFF!"
So we turn the last corner down to my building and all of a sudden it was
chaos. 2 firetrucks, 4 police cars, the rescue and ambulance. One officer is
at the corner stopping people and making them turn around.
"I think that's my boy Paddy down there." JT, everything got quiet. Sure
enough he was down.
They explained that he had been coming down the hill and blah blah blah and
the driver drove off.
"Drove off? You mean they left him here?"
"Unfortunately, yes. The only witness is this lady who just happened to
pull down the hill and noticed him against the fence waving a purple cell phone.
Can I get your name, ma'm?
"Susy B........"
"Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar."
"You pulled me over a few years back and should've taken me to jail but I'm
pretty sure I made you laugh and that's why you let me go instead."
"The windy lady?"
NOTE: I don't know if I ever told you this story. I was stopped one night,
late late, driving with my top down on the car at over 100 mph. Not smart,
but I was literally the only car on the road. Besides his, of course. He
STORMED up to my door, takes a deep breath and says very deliberately, "Ma'm do
you have any idea why I stopped you?" I looked up at him and said, "So it
wouldn't be so windy while we talked?"
"Yes I imagine I am that lady. But if you don't mind, how's my son?"
"Oh, he's gonna be fine. Doesn't look like anything's too badly broken
right now. But just in case they're hooking up a line for Morphine. He won't
hurt as much in a few minutes, that's for sure. Ma'm, you were really funny.
Are you naturally that way? That was the hardest I have ever laughed on a
traffic stop. Hell we still talk about you today!"
So at this point, I'm terribly worried about Pat, but at the same time
tormented by how good it feels that I made such an impression on this guy that he
still remembers me, JT. That's good.
We get to the hospital and off to xray he goes. I'm in the room saying
hello to various nurses, all of whom have taken care of me at one time or another
and want to poke their heads in to say hello and glad I'm not the patient.
The doctor comes in, baffled, and says, "Nothing's broken. I can't believe
it."
JT I have to finish this later! I don't know how to save it but I have to
run all of a sudden. Sorry! The rest is boring anyway. All thank god's and
it could've been worse's. Susy>>
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