I was still shaking an hour later.... further proof that I'm a Colossal Grade-A Wuss.
But in this situation all I could think of was Spiderman. Yes, you read that right.
You know; the part where Peter lets a criminal go free, only to discover that same fugitive kills his Uncle Ben (ooops, sorry... I hope I didn't spoil it for you).
So what happened? Well last night as I was leaving home to pick up daughter at work, I noticed two cars stopped up the street, side-by-side facing me. I guess they were having a discussion or getting directions. I wondered how the heck I was going to get past them as they were blocking both lanes. As I walked around the back of our van, the first car filled with young party-goers suddenly left and squealed past me at top speed. I came this close to yelling "slow down!" at them. After all, we're on a residential street with little kids and it was only about 8:30 pm. The second car, also filled with teens or early-20-somethings, pealed past me, following close behind their friends.
And I couldn't believe my eyes. As he passed, the DRIVER of the second car was pulling a long swig from a beer.
Holy crap! I made a mental note of the licence plate. I repeated it over and over and when I got in my car, wrote it down.
Do I follow them? What the heck would I do then?
My mind was in turmoil. All I could think of on my way to the nearby mall was what if something happened, what if someone got hurt, because I DIDN'T do anything?
So when I parked 5 minutes later, waiting for Daughter to come out I did it.
I called 911.
I've never called 911 before.... and asked timidly if this was the right place to report a drinking driver. It was.
After making the report, I began to shake. I felt like a tattletale, scared that somehow this was going to bite me in the butt somehow.
But I know I did the right thing.
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