50 Cents, 100 dollars, and a suspension − 28 July, 1999
So I am rushing as fast as I can from Philly to Quantico. I have to get back for formation. I can't be late. I can't be late. I can't be late.
Maybe if I take the harbor tunnel, if I hurry I can make it.
I get to the tunnel. I need 50 cents to get through. I don't have it. My license is suspended.The toll lady runs my license. I'm in it now.
She sees that it's suspended. I can't drive my car to base. I am going to be late. I can't believe it. 50 cents.
The lady says that I can't drive my car, but that I am free to go, and so is the car, so long as I'm not driving. What the hell is that supposed to mean!!
A guy pulls up behind me. I walk back.
"Hey man, can I get some help?"
I explain the situation.
"I'll pay you 100 dollars..."
"Ok."
then it hits me. It's 3am, this guy has a old lady with him that is supposed to be his mother, but could be Norman Bates mother. This is some stupid business...
I let him have the keys.
I'm a passenger of a stranger in my own car.
He drives all the way to his exit. I'm terrified the whole way. I can't believe this is happening. I am convinced that he is going to force me to take my car back. That he's going to kill me, that he's going to chop me up into little bits. He looks like a cannibal I think. I really believe that I am going to die.
He gets off 95.
He writes his address on a piece of paper. Says to send him the money, and to have a nice evening and he hopes that I make it on time for formation in the morning.
I sent him the check for the 100 dollars a month later. I don't even know if he cashed it. I never checked.
Even cannibals can have a heart..
Maybe if I take the harbor tunnel, if I hurry I can make it.
I get to the tunnel. I need 50 cents to get through. I don't have it. My license is suspended.The toll lady runs my license. I'm in it now.
She sees that it's suspended. I can't drive my car to base. I am going to be late. I can't believe it. 50 cents.
The lady says that I can't drive my car, but that I am free to go, and so is the car, so long as I'm not driving. What the hell is that supposed to mean!!
A guy pulls up behind me. I walk back.
"Hey man, can I get some help?"
I explain the situation.
"I'll pay you 100 dollars..."
"Ok."
then it hits me. It's 3am, this guy has a old lady with him that is supposed to be his mother, but could be Norman Bates mother. This is some stupid business...
I let him have the keys.
I'm a passenger of a stranger in my own car.
He drives all the way to his exit. I'm terrified the whole way. I can't believe this is happening. I am convinced that he is going to force me to take my car back. That he's going to kill me, that he's going to chop me up into little bits. He looks like a cannibal I think. I really believe that I am going to die.
He gets off 95.
He writes his address on a piece of paper. Says to send him the money, and to have a nice evening and he hopes that I make it on time for formation in the morning.
I sent him the check for the 100 dollars a month later. I don't even know if he cashed it. I never checked.
Even cannibals can have a heart..
