It's just not a family barbecue without a visit from a tweaked-out Good Samaritan

[uberreiniger]

Last night Mel and I went over to my parents' house for supper. As I usually do, I pull up in front of the house on the opposite side of the street and the cube-shaped Toyota Scion behind me pulls to a stop as well. The driver gets out and begins approaching my side of the car. I figure he lives at the house and is going to ask me to move. I get out of the car to meet him and he begins chattering in a high state of agitation about how I've got a tail light out.

I mean he didn't say "Excuse me, you've got a tail light out." No, it was "You've got a TAIL LIGHT out! You've got a TAIL LIGHT OUT! ALL YOUR TAIL LIGHTS ON THE RIGHT SIDE ARE OUT!!!" Mel and I thanked him and tried to go across the street to my parents' house, but he wouldn't leave us alone, just kept nattering on about it in an extreme state of paranoia, saying he didn't "stop us" to be a jerk, he just wanted to tell us we had a tail light out. Then he starts going on about how he was an ex-police officer and didn't want to see us get a ticket. He must have kept us held up there for about five minutes, capering around like a court jester in the middle of the street, going on and on about all my tail lights on that side being out. Meanwhile my parents are watching from the house going "wtf?"

I don't have much firsthand experience with hard drug users, but this guy was skin stretched over bones, sunken-eyed, sunken-cheeked, and I could have imagined it, but I think I saw several sores on his left arm. You can draw whatever conclusions you want, but I think if he really was an ex-police officer, then the reason he's not with the force anymore is because meth or speed kept disappearing from the evidence locker.

Then when we finally got rid of the guy, he peeled out leaving a nice fifty-foot streak on the pavement, blasting this weird country-western fiddle music all the way. He had a little boy in the car with him too. That made us feel whole lots better.

During the conversation I kept waiting for him to ask us for money. If my parents hadn't both been standing outside by the end, I think he probably would have.

It was just one of those episodes I had to blog, you know?

BTW, it turned out it was just my brake light that was out. Not the whole panel.

Comments

[stitchedsutures.livejournal.com]

Why am I not at all surprised about the fiddle music and the kid in the car? It just wouldn't be fitting for it to be any other way.

[rustie25.livejournal.com]

Weird weird weird.
That would have freaked me out! I would have gone running into my moms house, very quickly.
I have a headlight out. I need to get that fixed. Thanks for reminding me ;)

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

If something good came out of it for someone else, then it was not in vain :)

[germsama.livejournal.com]

Wow. o.O It sounds like a prologue to a really terrible slasher flick.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Or just a typical day in the inner city. Which would make sense if we were in the inner city instead of in a nice white suburb.

[watersaredeep.livejournal.com]

Tweaker. Work with them all of the time in Victims Adov and the womens shelter. A huge state of paranoia is a hallmark of it. They also become very violent very quickly. Use caution! :/

I'm glad he didn't approach your wife without any of you around.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's what I figured. It was bad enough both of us being approached in broad daylight. There are a lot of meth heads in KC and every now and then you run into one.

[adonijah74.livejournal.com]

pretty scary...

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't surprise me if he was friends with that guy you had to keep chasing off your mom's property.