A secret About Me
My coworker Megan and I had been looking forward to seeing Hamlet 2 ever since we had seen the preview before...uh...The Strangers, I think? We spontaneously decided to catch the 9:55 show in Randolph after we got off work at 9:00 on Wednesday. She said she knew where the theater was, but ended up getting lost and had to call our coworker Elaine for directions. We also made a wrong turn on the way home, and I had dig through Megan's piles of crap in the back of her car to try and fish out a monster sized map of Massachusetts highways. Pretty silly, but nowhere near as ridiculous as what was in store for us back at the VCA.
We had taken her car to the movies, so I had left mine in the upper parking lot. She pulled up next to my car and we started chatting about the movie and various other things. After maybe 20 minutes, another car pulled in and stopped directly behind us, flooding its bright lights into the cabin of the car like an alien tractor beam. I got pretty creeped out because I thought it was some crazy person planning to kill us, like that guy at the beginning of the Zodiac movie. But Megan said, in a tone of indignant disbelief, "it's a fucking cop!" Yet it wasn't just one fucking cop...it was at least 5. We were surrounded by police cruisers on all sides. I half expected someone to yell through a megaphone, "come out with your hands up!" Megan rolled down her window as one of the cops approached and said very aggressively, "let me see some ID." Instead of immediately complying, Megan gave him some sass with, "excuse me, why?" This, of course, made the already combative cop become even more so, and he yelled at her to show her ID again. We were both still wearing our VCA shirts, so after handing the guy her license, Megan repeated several times that we worked here, pointing at the VCA logo on her chest. Not seeming to care, the cop said that someone at the VCA had called both the Weymouth and Braintree police because they suspected a DRUG DEAL was going down in the parking lot, and had specified Megan's car as the suspect vehicle! What the fuck! The cop took both our IDs and walked back to talk to the others. I heard one of them say, "are you serious?" probably because he realized that this was a fool's errand, that we were just innocent employees apparently at the wrong place at the wrong time. When the mean cop came back, his attitude was totally different; he said he didn't mean to be a jerk, but that we needed to talk to our coworkers, and that they had to respond to the call. Megan said, "Well, I'm sorry you all had to come out," and they all hopped back into their cruisers and drove away.
I had been pretty horrified throughout the whole thing, because even though I had done nothing wrong, it was an intimidating situation (and I don't understand why cops need to be dicks sometimes, assuming that you are a criminal before gathering any evidence). Megan, on the other hand, was pissed, and we decided to head back inside the hospital and try to figure out who had sicced a pack of popo on us. We rang the doorbell, waited, and waited, and nobody came to open the door, which is not good because people are ringing that bell with emergencies, and emergencies need to be seen to ASAP. Megan rang the bell again, then got fed up and used her key to open the door. One of the ICU nurses feigned ignorance, and everyone else had an excuse for not answering. LAME. Anyway, we figured out that Elaine, the same woman who had guided us to the theater earlier, was the one who had called the police. She had left for the night, but called back telling everyone to be careful if they were going to walk to their cars alone because she had seen some shady activity. So sitting in a car talking is shady activity now?? Christ, you can't even use a parking lot anymore.
We went back to the car and Megan called Elaine, shouting as soon as she picked up, "Elaine, did you call the fucking cops on me?!" Her story was that she had thought she had seen two cars running next to each other and it had looked like a drug deal she had seen go down earlier in the month across the street or something. This is retarded because me car wasn't even on, and we were not even the only cars in the lot. In fact, I had been parked in a nice row of cars. Weirdly enough, I had seen Elaine drive by while we were talking. She had looked directly at us as she passed by. I recognized her, so I'm confused as to why she didn't recognize us--after all, we were still in our uniforms! I guess your eyes start to go at 50 (her 50th birthday was last Sunday). She said she had asked the Weymouth police to "patrol the area", but they sure didn't patrol...the seek and destroyed! Man. She apologized and said she "owes us a drink".
Megan partially blamed the incident on me because I always use the upper parking lot even when I work night shifts. The reason I do this is because I don't want to take parking spots away from clients in the main area. But I suppose I have learned my lesson, and plan to park in the main area when I go into work today. I wouldn't want someone ratting me out for my next drug deal, after all!
ADDENDUM: Hamlet 2 was a very enjoyable movie. The guy in the lead role was so entertaining to watch, with his exaggerated physical humor and wacky expressions. "Rock Me Sexy Jesus" was pretty hysterical. It featured Jesus moonwalking across water. I would recommend this movie to anyone who'd like a bit of a laugh, especially if you are into theater and the arts and can appreciate how outrageous thespians can be.
We had taken her car to the movies, so I had left mine in the upper parking lot. She pulled up next to my car and we started chatting about the movie and various other things. After maybe 20 minutes, another car pulled in and stopped directly behind us, flooding its bright lights into the cabin of the car like an alien tractor beam. I got pretty creeped out because I thought it was some crazy person planning to kill us, like that guy at the beginning of the Zodiac movie. But Megan said, in a tone of indignant disbelief, "it's a fucking cop!" Yet it wasn't just one fucking cop...it was at least 5. We were surrounded by police cruisers on all sides. I half expected someone to yell through a megaphone, "come out with your hands up!" Megan rolled down her window as one of the cops approached and said very aggressively, "let me see some ID." Instead of immediately complying, Megan gave him some sass with, "excuse me, why?" This, of course, made the already combative cop become even more so, and he yelled at her to show her ID again. We were both still wearing our VCA shirts, so after handing the guy her license, Megan repeated several times that we worked here, pointing at the VCA logo on her chest. Not seeming to care, the cop said that someone at the VCA had called both the Weymouth and Braintree police because they suspected a DRUG DEAL was going down in the parking lot, and had specified Megan's car as the suspect vehicle! What the fuck! The cop took both our IDs and walked back to talk to the others. I heard one of them say, "are you serious?" probably because he realized that this was a fool's errand, that we were just innocent employees apparently at the wrong place at the wrong time. When the mean cop came back, his attitude was totally different; he said he didn't mean to be a jerk, but that we needed to talk to our coworkers, and that they had to respond to the call. Megan said, "Well, I'm sorry you all had to come out," and they all hopped back into their cruisers and drove away.
I had been pretty horrified throughout the whole thing, because even though I had done nothing wrong, it was an intimidating situation (and I don't understand why cops need to be dicks sometimes, assuming that you are a criminal before gathering any evidence). Megan, on the other hand, was pissed, and we decided to head back inside the hospital and try to figure out who had sicced a pack of popo on us. We rang the doorbell, waited, and waited, and nobody came to open the door, which is not good because people are ringing that bell with emergencies, and emergencies need to be seen to ASAP. Megan rang the bell again, then got fed up and used her key to open the door. One of the ICU nurses feigned ignorance, and everyone else had an excuse for not answering. LAME. Anyway, we figured out that Elaine, the same woman who had guided us to the theater earlier, was the one who had called the police. She had left for the night, but called back telling everyone to be careful if they were going to walk to their cars alone because she had seen some shady activity. So sitting in a car talking is shady activity now?? Christ, you can't even use a parking lot anymore.
We went back to the car and Megan called Elaine, shouting as soon as she picked up, "Elaine, did you call the fucking cops on me?!" Her story was that she had thought she had seen two cars running next to each other and it had looked like a drug deal she had seen go down earlier in the month across the street or something. This is retarded because me car wasn't even on, and we were not even the only cars in the lot. In fact, I had been parked in a nice row of cars. Weirdly enough, I had seen Elaine drive by while we were talking. She had looked directly at us as she passed by. I recognized her, so I'm confused as to why she didn't recognize us--after all, we were still in our uniforms! I guess your eyes start to go at 50 (her 50th birthday was last Sunday). She said she had asked the Weymouth police to "patrol the area", but they sure didn't patrol...the seek and destroyed! Man. She apologized and said she "owes us a drink".
Megan partially blamed the incident on me because I always use the upper parking lot even when I work night shifts. The reason I do this is because I don't want to take parking spots away from clients in the main area. But I suppose I have learned my lesson, and plan to park in the main area when I go into work today. I wouldn't want someone ratting me out for my next drug deal, after all!
ADDENDUM: Hamlet 2 was a very enjoyable movie. The guy in the lead role was so entertaining to watch, with his exaggerated physical humor and wacky expressions. "Rock Me Sexy Jesus" was pretty hysterical. It featured Jesus moonwalking across water. I would recommend this movie to anyone who'd like a bit of a laugh, especially if you are into theater and the arts and can appreciate how outrageous thespians can be.