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FreeballinDC
Dumper Humper
If there is a God, please forgive me.
I got a call from this guy I am seeing this evening. Evidently, (I'm still not sure it was towed), his car was towed while he was in class downtown. He wanted me to pick him up and take him to the lot where his vehicle was, if he could ever get in touch with the impound lot, as the voice mail for DC police was fucked up.
I drive downtown, pick him up, and drive around to see if he didn't forget that he parked it elsewhere (for those of you that remember, I have experience at that). While we are driving around, I call up the non-emergency hotline to MPD, and try to get information on his vehicle to see if it was towed.
He can't remember what his license plate number is, which makes him more frustrated at the situation, because MPD can't help him out without that number. I try to make light of the situation, because he is getting more and more pissed.
I then start asking questions about where he thinks he parked, but he can't really remember, which frustrates him even more. I am seriously trying to help him out, because it's no fun not knowing where your vehicle is.
He then starts yelling at me, telling me that I am not helping him, instead, I am mocking him, and that I need to quit stressing him out.
I cannot take this. I can't believe he is yelling at me. After all I have done.
I then proceed to yell at him to "get the fuck out of my truck" "GET OUT NOW!!!" "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TRUCK NOW!!!"
He looks at me, realizes that I am serious, and gets out, then gets his gear out. I throw him his jacket, he slams the door shut, and I take off.
I left him on a corner downtown, and I have no intention of finding out if he is OK or not.
I got a call from this guy I am seeing this evening. Evidently, (I'm still not sure it was towed), his car was towed while he was in class downtown. He wanted me to pick him up and take him to the lot where his vehicle was, if he could ever get in touch with the impound lot, as the voice mail for DC police was fucked up.
I drive downtown, pick him up, and drive around to see if he didn't forget that he parked it elsewhere (for those of you that remember, I have experience at that). While we are driving around, I call up the non-emergency hotline to MPD, and try to get information on his vehicle to see if it was towed.
He can't remember what his license plate number is, which makes him more frustrated at the situation, because MPD can't help him out without that number. I try to make light of the situation, because he is getting more and more pissed.
I then start asking questions about where he thinks he parked, but he can't really remember, which frustrates him even more. I am seriously trying to help him out, because it's no fun not knowing where your vehicle is.
He then starts yelling at me, telling me that I am not helping him, instead, I am mocking him, and that I need to quit stressing him out.
I cannot take this. I can't believe he is yelling at me. After all I have done.
I then proceed to yell at him to "get the fuck out of my truck" "GET OUT NOW!!!" "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TRUCK NOW!!!"
He looks at me, realizes that I am serious, and gets out, then gets his gear out. I throw him his jacket, he slams the door shut, and I take off.
I left him on a corner downtown, and I have no intention of finding out if he is OK or not.
