Why I Called 911, or My Encounter with Hooligans

April 1, 2009 10:37 PM

o, yeah, I called 911 today. It wasn't a big deal, really, but I was scared and pissed at the time. Let me explain what happened.

Behind my building, there's a parking lot. I was backing out of my spot, turning slightly so that I could then turn and drive forward out of my spot. The scene was something like this:

Right as I was reaching that position, intending to head left out of the parking lot, I looked left and saw that a white car had just pulled into the parking lot and was heading towards me. I thought that it was going pretty fucking fast for a parking lot, but I still expected it to pull to the right so that I could get out of my spot and then pass it to get out of the lot. But this is not what happened.

No, instead, the white car decided that it was going to keep going just as fast as it was, and then swerve in front of me, cutting me off and barely missing hitting me. It was like this:

This was some fucking bullshit. This car was speeding in a parking lot, saw that I was clearly backing out or getting into this spot. Instead of slowing down or even stopping, this asshole drove on the parking spaces to get to the other side of the lot two seconds faster than if it has just waited. I mean, maybe I'm not expressing this correctly, but this is a huge fucking dick move. He drove on parking spaces. And this isn't a Wal-Mart parking lot, it's a fucking apartment parking lot. It's small. There are children in the area, and he had no idea who or what was on the other side of my car. Not to mention that, fuck, it's just not right to drive in front of a car that's clearly just backing out or getting into a parking spot. In front of the car!

Anyway, the white car ended up parking a few spots down from where I was. I rolled down my passenger side window and saw that these were some hooligans in their late teens or early twenties who were clearly up to no good. I said some rude things to them, something to the effect of "What the motherfuck are you doing?" At that point, they started cursing and threatening me. Then one of them got out of the car and kept saying some pretty crazy things. Then he started running towards my car as if he was going to try to get in or something.

At that point, I drove off down the parking lot, not wanting to find out exactly what this guy had in mind. And that's when i called 911.

This wasn't the crime of the century, but these fuckers were driving like assholes in a residential parking lot and, frankly, made me feel unsafe. That's not cool.

The cops eventually showed up and I gave them a description of the guys--I swear one of them looked like Omar from The Wire--and their car. The cops politely told me that it was probably a bad idea to say anything to them at all, but said they'd keep an eye out for a car with people matching the description.

I'm sure nothing will come of it, but the whole situation left me feeling pretty freaked out. These kids were not just idiots out behaving like idiots, I don't think. I'm sure they were up to no good. Or maybe I'm just a cranky old man.

Either way, one thing is certain: I need to move out of this neighborhood.

1 Comments

tRJ said:

1. That was definitely a dick move. Wow.

2. You absolutely should have said something. I don't care what that cop says.

3. You do need to move. I could have told you that when you described which side of the beltline you lived on.

April 2, 2009 8:24 AM

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