This is just a heads up to our local SJPD. There has been recent activity on the roads on Thursday, 10-23-2008. Today, while helping Paw wash the cars, a strange maroon van drove up our road. Then I hollered out loud for whatever reason for having fun hosing (not soaping down my car) and I thought they heard what I’ve said.
Then all of a sudden the driver reverses. His thug was in the passenger seat and didn’t crack a smile. The driver looked in our direction through the passenger side window, which was opened and made words which my deaf ears couldn’t pick up. I kept pointing with my left hand to my ear that I was deaf. He kept looking at me and asking something.
I looked at Paw, who was also hard of hearing. He was bent downward while wiping the right rear section of his Mercedes Benz E430. I kept pointing towards the direction of Paw in the hopes that the thugs would take a hint that we both couldn’t hear them speaking. Later, Paw heard, looked up, got up slightly and replied, ‘No’.
I didn’t hear but Paw said they wanted to buy my Mustang. Later on, a lowered white Honda buzzed around our neighborhood. I swear these people looked Latino. I know: this is my hood. I know that the mini-van didn’t have a license plate but a bright yellow with red markings advertising its newness from a dealership.
Later on, I was on my way to the ‘Social Slavery Administration’ to get a replacement for my lost card; so I could work (and no thanks to TPTB!). Another Latino in a dark, colored four-door sedan was seen swerving erratically from the right of Old Oakland Rd. all the way to the left, almost hitting the Asians in front of me. This incident was prior to the railway intersection because the negligent driver wanted to make a U-turn from the center divide.
Another strange turn of events occurred when I tried to pull out of the parking lot of the ‘SSA’. My car sputtered and died! I was in the middle of backing out and it stopped in the middle, blocking noone except a few children biking. I tried to start this damn piece of junk but my Mustang kept dying on me!
I went inside to the private security guard and obtained his help, which he did by pushing the old timer back into the ‘Compact’ lot immediately to the left of the main door. I kept rambling on about my stories and he didn’t say much except that the gasket head might need sanding. He did offer his cellphone to call his friend, who works a tow truck.
But I knew I was on my own because I didn’t bring my cellphone! So I sat there as instructed by him and decided to wait it out until the car cooled down, which it did. And after ten minutes instead of his suggested thirty minutes of waiting, the car started and I forced the accelerator pedal down enough to get the juice into the engine. Stupid car!
So I got some gasoline at around $40.00 for a full tank (with an octane rating of 89 and went home with Maw ranting about my not being smart to protect my identity. I’m grateful, however for making a slow trip through the back roads and under forty miles per hour.
And I learned that being irresponsible is not my goal. I guess I’ll have to work and pull my weight around to support myself, my bio-units and certain people, who won’t disconnect from my very thoughts, nay, my heart. Eeek!
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