Man oh man, friday night was interesting and entertaining all in one. I dubbed it “drunk girl falling down night” let me tell thee the ways:
- As I approached “The Brown bar” on 8th street, this girl was, I’m guessing, stepping off the curb when she tripped and fell. She fell into the street and on her ass. This guy jump off from the sidewalk and tries to lift her off the street and onto the sidewalk, when he trips over something and falls on top of the girl and into the street. All this happened, pretty much in front of my car. Good thing the light was red otherwise I would’ve had to clean up the front bumper on the car.
- On a different trip, this girl passed out on the ride home. A guy that’s with her pays me and gets out to go get her. He practically lifts her out of the car and props up against the fender. He takes a hand off her to close the door when she falls over. She literally went like a wet noodle and just fell over. I heard the thump when her head hit the floor. After letting out a big “Oh Sh#t!” this guy managed to lift her up off the floor and carry her inside.
- The last part, is sort of sad, in a way. I pulled up to this club and there’s a girl there talking to security. Just before I pull away, the girl comes over to the cab and gets in. She tells me what transpired. She was on a date, her first date with this guy that she met somewhere. Anyway, she tells me that the guy excuses himself to go to the restroom. Some time goes by, and she sees him being escorted out of the club by security. Well, it turn out he was selling drugs in the restroom, got caught and well there you have it. But get this, while security had him outside waiting for the police to show up, the dude got loose and took off running. Great first date eh?
Let’s see what tonight has in store.
I was on a first date once upon a time and the police were called. Thankfully it was only because the dumbass was setting off fireworks at 3AM in the suburbs.