by jeffh » Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:02 pm
Monday evening after work, we caught a nice, late, short Jetty session.
A funny (maybe not so funny) thing happened on the trip home after the session however.
Caroline left first with the kayaks in her car. I left the 10th street dock a few minutes later in my car. As I was about to get on I5 south at 41st street in Everett, I saw 2 homeless looking people on the sidewalk – a man and a woman. It was getting dark but I could see that the woman was holding her head as she was sitting on the sidewalk. The man was waving a stick or cane at cars, including mine, almost hitting cars as if he was trying to flag down a car.
It looked fishy. But maybe I am just cynical. Maybe the woman, unlikely, was actually hurt. Maybe Caroline (who may have stopped for gas) would be driving by after me. Maybe another kiter/friend would be by.
So I thought, just to make sure, I'd just continue driving a little ways, turn on the I5 onramp and pull over to call the cops so they can check it out. So I did. I pulled over, kept the car running and put the car in park. I had just set up my new phone on bluetooth in the car so after I had dialed 911, they were on the speaker and microphone of the car, fairly loud. I told them what I saw. The first 911 person transferred me to state patrol. I explained again what I saw and where I was located.
Did I mention that I thought I was far enough away from the couple (or scammers) and I thought my car doors were locked? Well neither was true. As I was continuing to talk to the second 911 person, my passenger door opens and in jumps the homeless looking woman. And she shuts the door.
“What the $%&@”
She starts exclaiming that that man back there raped her in the woods. I told her that I have 911 on the line. Now get out.
She then starts yelling “You're a rapist too. You're going to hell!”
I'm freaking out. “Now get out. The police are on their way”, I shout again.
I start thinking if she doesn't get out, I'm going to open my door and get away from this psychotic person.
She finally gets out though and then bangs on the back of my car as she walks back to 41st.
I lock the doors and drive a little farther and pull over again on the onramp.
911 is still on the line and on the car speaker. “Did you get all that?” I ask.
“Ya, we got it. A trooper is on the way.
You can go now. We'll call you if we need anything.”