so, I took gigglepup out for her evening constitutional at 11:30pm tonight...
now, I live in a condo complex and I'm near the pool area where there are parking spots --- this doesn't mean that it's a public parking lot.
anyway... more often than not, there are rogue vehicles that park there... whether it be cars that bring in "visitors" from the Lakewood area who use the condo basketball court at all hours of the night or sometimes there's the random drug deal going on OR --- as in the case tonight --- skanks having sex under the street lamp whilst in their cars... (usually there is one car that the skank is in and then the one the guy drives)
in any event, I was walking gigglepup. I had to go by the sex truck --- mind you, the beat up giant pick-up truck (black with giant gray stripes on the side) that has the blonde trollop in the driver's seat and the burly possible late 20's dolt wearing a black scraggly baseball hat, black shirt and jeans in the passenger's side --- except they were in the middle and whoring around... anyway - the pick up truck's engine was bellowing throughout the complex for 30 minutes before I'd gone out there.
Now, I didn't do anything at that moment... I focused on giggledog tinkling... then the burly dolt gets out of the truck and turns on his beat up black car (generic old tempo-looking thing)
while he's getting back into the truck I was close enough to ask (with a pleasant but firm tone) "Hi... do you live here?"
he says snottily "what's it to you?"
I say "what condo are you in?"
he snarls "my cousin lives in number 42"
oh. reeeeeeeeeeeally? a little background --- there's no #42 in the entire complex
So I say "This is a private parking area, I'm going to have to ask you to leave"
He tells me to fuck off --- somehow, I maintain my composure and smile sweetly at him and tell him they are both going to have to remove their cars and go elsewhere on their romantic adventure.
he starts YELLING at me to call the cops if I want to (at the moment I didn't have my phone with me dammit.)
He says "Where's your husband?!"
I say "I can get him if you'd like"
He says "He's already spoken with me the other time so he can fuck off too. If your husband's the one in the second door!"
(Um... yeah MY husband isn't in that door... but a friend of mine is.)
So I say "nope, you haven't met my husband"
(*cough* neither have I.)
He then says "Is it the State Trooper!? Get him out here."
I say "No, my husband is bigger than the trooper."
He says "Call the cops, you scumbag bitch" --- somehow I remain calm and smile at him --- whilst giving him the crazy eyes... and I say "Okie doke, If that's what you want."
So I go back to my house - but take the back way behind the condos so he can't see which one I go into...
I grab my cell phone and go back out there to get the plate #
By the way -- gigglepup is quiet as a mouse at this point... what the hell? She's usually screaming at dogs 100 yards away, but this tool, she's sitting there yawning at. I guess she wasn't afraid of him either.
So as soon as they see me come out with my phone both cars pull away.
Okay. good. So I resume the gigglepup evening wrap-up...
I am now near the tennis courts --- because GP is taking her time.
All of a sudden the pick up truck comes barreling into the complex and screeches up next to me and the guy gets out of the driver's side (apparently they dropped his piece of junk elsewhere and came back.) --- skanky finnegan slides back to the steering wheel and he starts coming at me in the street...
He's yelling "call the cops bitch"
I hit the emergency button on my phone... gigglepup starts growling at him (YAY!!!! you've got my back, sistah!!!)
I tell them that this guy is coming after me and the whole previous story --- the pick up truck goes around the complex and he winds up hopping back in it and I don't go near it - It parks in the same spot.
I'm still on the phone with 911 giving every last detail. They say that they're sending someone.
So that tool and bimbo are in the truck parked there... I don't move --- I'm now about 50 feet away - because I still don't want them to know the exact location of where I live.
a few minutes go by and they back out of the spot and he yells "SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT" to me...
right as they're speeding towards the complex entrance/exit, a police car comes in with it's headlights off and I am pointing at the pick up... in order to alert the police dude that THAT'S the vehicle that I called about.
The officer pulls over to me and says "everything okay?" and I say "THAT'S the truck I called about!!!"
So he goes speeding off after the jackholes.
Apparently, they pulled them over at wawa down the street...
I know this because the officer that came to my front door 15 minutes later told me that the other officer ran a search to see if there were warrants, etc. and all came up clean.
He told me if I see them in here again to call... which I will --- although I hate looking like the old bitty who calls the cops.
But eff that because this tool has been in the complex numerous times --- I'm totally calling if I see either of them.
The officer at my door said that they were telling a totally different story and that he believes ME though (as he effing well should.)
whatever. my mini is probably going to have a busted windshield and sliced ragtop tomorrow morning.
