Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Do you know where your car is?
(An eavesdropping incident in Bandon, Oregon, May 18, 2012)
He stood by the open door of the pickup a few yards from my favorite photo spot. A bass boat named Striper sat on the trailer behind.
“Do you know where your car is?”
I hadn’t been looking at him, but knew he wasn’t talking to me. Still, I answered under my breath, “Yes, thank you, I do.”
“Yeah,” he continued, “I know they took your license.”
Ooo, drunk driving.
“Well, you’re gonna have to call the Lane County Sheriff and find out where they took it.”
Lane County?! Holy Smoke. I’m from Lane County.
I kept within earshot as long as I could.
“I asked you not to drive,” he said, emphasizing each word.
Oh, oh. Must be the wayward kid.
“You’re gonna lose your license.” He gave an exasperated grunt. “No, don’t drive.”
No, not a good idea. They catch him with no license now and his troubles multiply.
“How bad is the car?”
Oops. Not just a DUII but a wreck, too.
“I’m askin’ you not to drive,” he growled.
I wanted to say “Gimme your phone, dude. I know people who can help this kid.”
Instead, I stopped listening, snapped a few photos and left. Maybe the kid isn’t an alcoholic. But if he is, I hope he finds A.A. before he kills himself or someone else.