It
was about a complaint that she received from another driver on the road. Earlier I approached a car (Car A) that
was sitting at a red light. I
needed to make a right turn. It
appeared if Car A was just sitting there, waiting for the light to turn so that
he could proceed through the intersection. I saw an unused parking lane on the right side, which I have
to admit, was slim. But there was
enough room to squeeze by on the side – so I did so. As I was passing the stopped car the man began to shout in
his car. I couldn’t see what he
was saying, but it was apparent that he was mad. For what, I have no idea. I gave him the finger and went on my way.
Ring,
Ring…
Me:
Hello
Catherine:
Hi -----
Me:
Yes
Catherine:
It’s Catherine.
For
those of you who haven’t been reading my blog, every single time Catherine
calls me the conversation starts out like this. It’s strange.
Me:
Yes
Catherine:
Do you know what this is about?
Me:
Nope
Why
would I offer something up that she might not know? This is exactly
how detectives talk to suspects.
Catherine:
Were you driving the taxi earlier?
Me:
Yes (As she knew I was, she was dispatching)
Catherine:
Do you know what this is about?
Me:
No
Catherine:
Were you at 6th and Main earlier.
Me:
I’m sure I was at some point.
Catherine:
(A condescending laugh)
Me:
------
Catherine:
Do you remember an altercation at 6th and Main.
Me:
Oh yeah, that guy that threw a fit in his car for no reason. Now I remember.
Catherine:
Yes **** (My name, which I won’t reveal) that man. He said that you
snuck past him when there wasn’t any room. He said that he was trying
to
make a right turn and you cut him off.
Me:
Well if there wasn’t any room then I wouldn’t have been able to get past him. If he was wrong about that it’s likely
that he was mistaken about everything
else.
Catherine:
Yes ****, he said that you cut him off and wouldn’t let him make his
right turn.
Me:
If he wanted to make a right turn he could have used his signal to alert me,
but he didn’t, and if that was his intention I would have had no way of knowing.
Catherine:
Yes **** , and he was a little confused about the gesture.
Me:----
Catherine:------
Catherine:
****, do you see what the problem here is?
Me:
That the man wanted to make a right turn without using his signal, and realized
after I was in position to take mine? There were no oncoming cars. I’m
not sure why he didn’t. He was
just sitting there.
Catherine:
(Another condescending laugh)
Me:
Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t see what I did wrong. I used my
signal, and he didn’t. I can’t
read his mind.
Me:
I can’t talk right now, I’m driving.
Catherine:
Ok
I
don’t know why the other driver would have been “confused” about me giving him
the finger. There’s not much room
for interpretation on that one. Catherine
talks to me like she is painting a picture for the jury. Recreating the scene. Building a case. Trying to obtain a conviction.
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