Parking Lot Drama
Okay, so after we did the whole "oh my god, what are you doing here" type chit chat and we both remarked about how crazy it was that we were both at this dumpy casino at two in the a.m. he starts blasting me about how I need to call my insurance company. The conversation started off light hearted and kind of funny but when he brought me over to the other side of the casino to meet his girlfriend who was supposedly holding my drivers license that he stole from me the situation took a turn for the worse.
"Truck Boy" was really pretty decent and cool about things and I was basically assuring him that he didn't need to stalk me and my friends on facebook and that I would call the insurance company, but then his stupid bitch girlfriend just had to put her two cents in. She wasn't very nice, she was bossy, argumentative, rude and annoying as shit. She wasn't even in the truck that day and she's acting like it was her accident. And then, the tone that she was speaking to me in really started to get under my skin and so, of course, my tone changed and I started with my smart mouth. I basically told them that I would call Progressive if and when I'm good and ready and that I might not even call them at all and there was nothing they could do about it. I also let them know to butt out, they don't work for Progressive, so let Progressive take care of it. Apparently, the big dilemma for them was that the insurance company wasn't going to pay any money until I called and gave my statement. Oh fucking well.
As the conversation got more and more heated, David got up from his machine and kind of tried to calm everyone down, but it wasn't working. I realized that we were starting to cause a scene. We were in the middle of the slot machines and people were trying to play and our voices are getting louder and louder, so I just told them that I was leaving. Well, amazon bitch (his girlfriend was about five foot ten and 175 pounds) decided that she wasn't going to let me leave the casino and that this conversation was far from over. I'm five foot one and I weigh about 110. Dave is pretty small too and of course Truck Boy was really tall. So, it was like, really difficult for us to get away when they were forming a wall in front of us. I kept asking them to move out of my way and they wouldn't. I really wanted to hit this girl so bad. My temperature was starting to rise, my blood was boiling because I really fucking hate when my freedom is infringed upon. If someone tries to hold me down I lose it. It's the worst feeling in the world to me when I can't leave a situation. So, I know that I can't hit her because I will surely go to jail. I decide to the next best thing. I do that thing where you cough up phlegm and blow it out so that you basically hock a loogie. But, what actually happened was that I made the sound and I blew air out. No spit came out. I just wanted to freak her out so that she would move out of my way.
She starts yelling that I spit on her and that she wants to press charges on me. Dave and I manage to get out of the casino, we start walking to my car and now these two clowns are following us along with Boulder Station security who are telling us that we can't leave because she's pressing charges and they are calling Metro Police. I'm like "fuck you" I'm out of here. I'm walking faster and faster trying to get my ass in the car real quick and peel wheels out of there, but it's no use because there's like 10 people chasing us down and there is a car in front of me so I'd have to back up to get out of the spot and a quick getaway just wasn't going to happen.
And now of course we look like the guilty ones because we are trying to flee. Oh, and "truck boy" called the owner of the truck during this whole exchange so she was on her way up to the casino.
So, her we are, it's about 2:30 a.m. and we are standing outside, my car is right int front of me but I have two security guards standing on either side of me and the head of security is on the phone calling the police. I'm asking him why do I have to stay? I didn't touch anyone and he needs to watch the tapes and he'll see that. He doesn't care that I didn't touch anyone. He won't let me leave. He says that because she is pressing charges he can detain me. I keep asking him why I can't leave. I even say some bullshit about having a daughter that i need to pick up but the don't give a fuck.
So, next thing I know, the lunatic owner of the truck comes flying into the parking lot, stops in the middle of the aisle, doesn't even try to find a spot and comes running toward me screaming that she's going to "kick my ass". Security is already surrounding me to make sure I don't go anywhere and now they have to basically tackle her and now Metro is on the way and I'm so pissed because I just want to go the fuck home - what a mess this is turning out to be, but this is nothing compared to what happens next...
To be continued....