Pruning my Moral Compass Rose
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 11:36 pm
My good deed for the day, maybe wasn't.
I've told this story to a few friends already, and all of them thought that at first I did the right thing (all except for my BF who was angry/concerned that I'd get shot.) ..until the tale's end, where they realize what crime it was that I had prevented.
Shoot, I might not have done it, if I had know what was going on, but it was heat of the moment, which went like this;
Earlier this afternoon was a nice, crisp autumn day and I, La Loca, had decided to walk to the store rather than bike it, to enjoy the falling leaves a little better. I was nearly there without incident, not so much as a barking dog, when while passing some apartments the excitement erupted.
"MY iPad! MY iPad", Came the distressed cry.
So? Was my first thought, what about your iPad? This sounded like your average, everyday, kinda, inner city outburst that rises and falls, to leave you briefly wondering what the neighbors were fighting about this time, but it's really none of your business, no need to get involved. ..and Loca kept walking. In a few steps, I was passing the apartment complex gate and a Latino man was purposely striding out. The woman crying 'My iPad' couldn't follow him well, because she was fumbling into a dress, that she only had half-way on. Still, apparently the item in question was so important to her that she ran into the street after him, with her quite shapely ass mooning the neighborhood.
She finally answered my unspoken question, and yelled, "He's stealing my iPad!"
Registering her tone, that she wasn't angry with this guy, whoever he was; this wasn't a lover's spat. She was behaving genuinely distressed that she was being robbed by a stranger. As she saw him approaching me, she implored me to 'Stop him! Stop him! He's stealing my iPad!'
Ay chingo, my mom may have been psycho, but she didn't raise no fool; I wasn't going to physically contest a grown man. I let him pass but....
Again, she implored, "Help me! Help me!"
...I pulled out my cellphone and replied, "I'll call 911!"
"Okay!" This seemed to embolden her, and she launched herself at the Latino, trying to keep from him getting into his car; to keep from driving away. He got into the driver's seat, but she wouldn't let him close the door and threw herself on him, as he tried pulling away... The car went about twenty feet, before it stalled to a stop and she ran back to my position.
By this time, the 911 operator was finally talking to me; sh!t did you know the emergency line has that 'Apriete #2 para español' and 'Cho báo chí việt ba',
voice prompt too? I was afraid the guy would drive away before I could relay his license plate number to a dispatcher. What I didn't know was: he couldn't drive away.
In the scuffle, 'Rose' had pulled his car keys outta the ignition, and was holding them hostage. I got out the word 'robbery' and read his plates, before he got outta the now disabled vehicle. (yea, I don't babble under adversity)
Somehow he seemed to know this, and rather than threaten me [Thank Dog] and add an assault charge to injury, he began trying to implore me too, "Just tell her to give me my money! ... Just tell her to give me back my keys!"
This was a very disorienting moment, as I'm trying to give information to the operator; trying to stay alert to the situation and trying to keep this guy calm. All I could say was, it was up the cops now.
In the melee, I hadn't noticed Rose did indeed have her iPad back AND the guy's car keys; what she wanted was for this guy to get arrested. <gulp>
He tried talking to Rose, repeating, "Just give me my money!"
He tried to explain to me, "She took my money!"
Money? What money?
The astute observer is already aware of what transpired here and what La Loca had stumbled upon- Rose was an expensive hooker, hence her [lack of] attire, and she'd taken two Benjamins from this John, without handing back any expected change. His form of retaliation was to snatch her much-more expensive iPad, on his way out the door.
Rose had gotten her dress properly adjusted by the time, moments later, the cruiser arrived. I think the cop also thought this was a domestic disturbance call, until the John started explaining that Rose had took his money, well, too much of it, and that's why he'd taken the iPad. Mr. Poh-lease Man couldn't quite contain his smirk, the cops even have a code for this LOL; and boy was I embarrassed, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to little'ol Loca, so I silently made my exit... but, not before Rose thanked me.
I used to laff at stories like this on the radio, of dudes turning the tables on sneaky whores. It seemed kinda comeuppance, for- how dare she over-charge, or false advertise? However, hookers are people too, 'eh?
And so, I wonder- would I, or you, have let Rose get robbed of a very important personal item just because John didn't want to tip? Did she deserve revenge?
My buddy Red's take on this was; let this be a lesson to you:
If you gotta go to a prostitute, use exact change!
I've told this story to a few friends already, and all of them thought that at first I did the right thing (all except for my BF who was angry/concerned that I'd get shot.) ..until the tale's end, where they realize what crime it was that I had prevented.
Shoot, I might not have done it, if I had know what was going on, but it was heat of the moment, which went like this;
Earlier this afternoon was a nice, crisp autumn day and I, La Loca, had decided to walk to the store rather than bike it, to enjoy the falling leaves a little better. I was nearly there without incident, not so much as a barking dog, when while passing some apartments the excitement erupted.
"MY iPad! MY iPad", Came the distressed cry.
So? Was my first thought, what about your iPad? This sounded like your average, everyday, kinda, inner city outburst that rises and falls, to leave you briefly wondering what the neighbors were fighting about this time, but it's really none of your business, no need to get involved. ..and Loca kept walking. In a few steps, I was passing the apartment complex gate and a Latino man was purposely striding out. The woman crying 'My iPad' couldn't follow him well, because she was fumbling into a dress, that she only had half-way on. Still, apparently the item in question was so important to her that she ran into the street after him, with her quite shapely ass mooning the neighborhood.
She finally answered my unspoken question, and yelled, "He's stealing my iPad!"
Registering her tone, that she wasn't angry with this guy, whoever he was; this wasn't a lover's spat. She was behaving genuinely distressed that she was being robbed by a stranger. As she saw him approaching me, she implored me to 'Stop him! Stop him! He's stealing my iPad!'
Ay chingo, my mom may have been psycho, but she didn't raise no fool; I wasn't going to physically contest a grown man. I let him pass but....
Again, she implored, "Help me! Help me!"
...I pulled out my cellphone and replied, "I'll call 911!"
"Okay!" This seemed to embolden her, and she launched herself at the Latino, trying to keep from him getting into his car; to keep from driving away. He got into the driver's seat, but she wouldn't let him close the door and threw herself on him, as he tried pulling away... The car went about twenty feet, before it stalled to a stop and she ran back to my position.
By this time, the 911 operator was finally talking to me; sh!t did you know the emergency line has that 'Apriete #2 para español' and 'Cho báo chí việt ba',
voice prompt too? I was afraid the guy would drive away before I could relay his license plate number to a dispatcher. What I didn't know was: he couldn't drive away.
In the scuffle, 'Rose' had pulled his car keys outta the ignition, and was holding them hostage. I got out the word 'robbery' and read his plates, before he got outta the now disabled vehicle. (yea, I don't babble under adversity)
Somehow he seemed to know this, and rather than threaten me [Thank Dog] and add an assault charge to injury, he began trying to implore me too, "Just tell her to give me my money! ... Just tell her to give me back my keys!"
This was a very disorienting moment, as I'm trying to give information to the operator; trying to stay alert to the situation and trying to keep this guy calm. All I could say was, it was up the cops now.
In the melee, I hadn't noticed Rose did indeed have her iPad back AND the guy's car keys; what she wanted was for this guy to get arrested. <gulp>
He tried talking to Rose, repeating, "Just give me my money!"
He tried to explain to me, "She took my money!"
Money? What money?
The astute observer is already aware of what transpired here and what La Loca had stumbled upon- Rose was an expensive hooker, hence her [lack of] attire, and she'd taken two Benjamins from this John, without handing back any expected change. His form of retaliation was to snatch her much-more expensive iPad, on his way out the door.
Rose had gotten her dress properly adjusted by the time, moments later, the cruiser arrived. I think the cop also thought this was a domestic disturbance call, until the John started explaining that Rose had took his money, well, too much of it, and that's why he'd taken the iPad. Mr. Poh-lease Man couldn't quite contain his smirk, the cops even have a code for this LOL; and boy was I embarrassed, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to little'ol Loca, so I silently made my exit... but, not before Rose thanked me.
I used to laff at stories like this on the radio, of dudes turning the tables on sneaky whores. It seemed kinda comeuppance, for- how dare she over-charge, or false advertise? However, hookers are people too, 'eh?
And so, I wonder- would I, or you, have let Rose get robbed of a very important personal item just because John didn't want to tip? Did she deserve revenge?
My buddy Red's take on this was; let this be a lesson to you:
If you gotta go to a prostitute, use exact change!
