Hit and Run
So, kind of a crazy day. Started out normal. On Sundays, Tim works, but I'm off. I had a busy day planned. Even when I'm off work, there's so much studying to be done, it's hard to get my arms around it. I had a project due today by midnight, so I needed to go to the library at Mills to look at copies of McSweeney's Quarterly Concern in the special collections room. I have to do an annotation of this journal for my Contemporary Magazine Production class, and of course, I had no time for it until the last minute. When I get there, I find out that the Rare Books room is closed on the weekends, so it ends up that I don't even get to look at the journal anyway. I did the best I could with the annotation. I hope it doesn't suck. I spent several hours at the library from around 2 until after 6 when I get hungry and decide to surprise Tim by coming home early. I thought we would go out to get some food and maybe see Religulous at the theatre. When I got home, though, I noticed that there was a cab in the yard of my apartment complex. Now the apartment is one building, no back doors, and all of the apartments face the parking lot. The parking lot has enough for say, 15 cars (I think). It's a rather small lot and it faces the street. The street is a U shape, and my apartment building faces the bottom of the U. And Telegraph, the main street, runs across the top of the U. Anyway, when I get home, someone has driven a cab through the fence surrounding our apartment's parking lot and yard, bounced off a tree and crashed through the other side of the fence and into our neighbor's yard. I get out of my car and people are standing around the apartment complex looking bewildered, though not as bewildered as I'm sure I looked. The door to my apartment was wide open, the TV and computer were on, the lights were on, and there was no Tim. I called his cell phone and he didn't answer. Called again and again. No answer. At this time, I remembered that he had said he was going to paint his armor and sometimes he does that in the lawn. That's when I started to worry that Tim had been run over by the cab. Moments after I arrived at home, a fire truck appeared and after that, the police. I kept asking them to check under the car. Finally, they did and said that there was no one under there. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then, where was Tim? My upstairs neighbor was standing in his front door eating some cereal from a huge bowl. I went upstairs and asked him where Tim was. Mark said that Tim and some other people went chasing the driver down the street. Not knowing whether or not he could be in trouble, I took out after him, but as I walked, I called him again. He finally answered and said that he was in pursuit of the driver who had gotten out of the cab and taken off down the road. He kept following her and following her while she begged him to stop, to think of her children. She tried several times to alter her appearance and throw Tim off, but Tim kept pursuing her. Finally, I had called him and asked him if the police were following her too. He said no. The police were in the yard, so I told him I would tell them where to find her. I ran back to the yard and told the police to go get him. They would not let me go with them, so a neighbor drove me down there, though I would have gotten there faster on my own, I was already down the street and their car was closer. We went and picked Tim up, then found him with the police. The girl was in the back of a cop car and the police told Tim to go home and wait for them so that he could give his statement. So, it turns out that Tim isn't dead after all ( no death cab for cutie, lol) and everything is okay. The cab is still in the lawn, and the fence is down, but life goes on.