So yesterday I had one of my odder experiences.
After getting off work, I was walking to my friend Photo Dude's house for a drink and to discuss a project, I was drinking a beer (in downtown Key West, you CAN walk around with drinks in plastic cups), and I was talking on the phone to Nurse Betty. While all this was going on, my call waiting clicked. I looked to see who it was, and it was a number I didn't recognize, but it was a local Key West number, and one that looked rather businesslike (ending in 1000). So on a whim, I told Nurse Betty to hang on, and I took the call.
JESTER: "Hello?"
FEMALE VOICE: "Yes, is this [Jester]?"
JESTER: "Yeeessss....."
FEMALE VOICE: "This is the Key West Police Department."
JESTER:
"Ooookkkaaaay......how may I help you?"
FEMALE VOICE: "Do you own a blue Chevy Blazer?"
JESTER: (now worried) "Yes.....why?!?!?"
FEMALE VOICE: "We need it moved. The water company needs to do some work, and they don't want to damage your truck."
JESTER: (only hearing about half of this, and now starting to thoroughly freak out) "Holy shit! Oh...crap. Where the hell did I park my truck?"
FEMALE VOICE: "The corner of William and Eaton."
JESTER: "Okay, I am en route."
I was only two blocks away! So I got back on with Nurse Betty, told her I had to go, there was a police matter, I wasn't in trouble, but I had to GO. Got off the phone, swilled the beer down quickly (as liberal as they are here about booze, showing up to move your truck with a beer in your hand is probably not a good idea), and took off. When I got a block away, I saw the police car with lights flashing at the end of the block, and took off RUNNING the last block. As I come up on the scene, I see much water under my truck, and water company sawhorses blocking in my truck on either side.
JESTER: "I'M THE OWNER OF THE TRUCK!"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "He's on the way."
JESTER: "No, that's me!"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "Oh, it's YOUR truck."
JESTER: "Yes! Is it okay? Is my truck damaged?!?!?!?"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "It's fine. I didn't want to tow it because it's legally parked."
JESTER: "Okay, I'm here now. Do you need me to move it?"
WATER COMPANY DUDE: "Yes. We need to work on the main, and we didn't want to damage your truck."
JESTER: "That makes two of us! The truck's okay?"
WATER COMPANY DUDE: "Yeah, it's fine."
JESTER: "Okay then, just move your sawhorses, and I'll get it moved straightaway."
He unblocked the truck, I got in, fired up the trusty Jestermobile, and pulled out....then backed up to pull even with the cop and water guy, rolled down the passenger window, and asked, "By the way, now that my heart attack is done, what exactly happened?" Water company dude: "A water main broke."
Ah. Wow. I saw my truck's life flash before my eyes. Cathy (my truck) may not be perfect, but she IS my baby!
I just think of the extraordinary timing that all this entailed. What if it had happened earlier in the day, when I was at work and I don't answer phones, and can't leave The Bar anyways? What if they had towed it? What if I had hit the bars and was hammered with no intention of driving? What if it had happened later in the day and the water actually DID do damage to the truck before anyone noticed anything?
I know the police are not perfect, and in this town their reputation is not always the best, sometimes warranted, but I have never been so grateful for the police running my plates as I was yesterday!
And thus did the Jestermobile live to ride another day.
After getting off work, I was walking to my friend Photo Dude's house for a drink and to discuss a project, I was drinking a beer (in downtown Key West, you CAN walk around with drinks in plastic cups), and I was talking on the phone to Nurse Betty. While all this was going on, my call waiting clicked. I looked to see who it was, and it was a number I didn't recognize, but it was a local Key West number, and one that looked rather businesslike (ending in 1000). So on a whim, I told Nurse Betty to hang on, and I took the call.
JESTER: "Hello?"
FEMALE VOICE: "Yes, is this [Jester]?"
JESTER: "Yeeessss....."
FEMALE VOICE: "This is the Key West Police Department."
JESTER:


FEMALE VOICE: "Do you own a blue Chevy Blazer?"
JESTER: (now worried) "Yes.....why?!?!?"
FEMALE VOICE: "We need it moved. The water company needs to do some work, and they don't want to damage your truck."
JESTER: (only hearing about half of this, and now starting to thoroughly freak out) "Holy shit! Oh...crap. Where the hell did I park my truck?"
FEMALE VOICE: "The corner of William and Eaton."
JESTER: "Okay, I am en route."
I was only two blocks away! So I got back on with Nurse Betty, told her I had to go, there was a police matter, I wasn't in trouble, but I had to GO. Got off the phone, swilled the beer down quickly (as liberal as they are here about booze, showing up to move your truck with a beer in your hand is probably not a good idea), and took off. When I got a block away, I saw the police car with lights flashing at the end of the block, and took off RUNNING the last block. As I come up on the scene, I see much water under my truck, and water company sawhorses blocking in my truck on either side.

JESTER: "I'M THE OWNER OF THE TRUCK!"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "He's on the way."
JESTER: "No, that's me!"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "Oh, it's YOUR truck."
JESTER: "Yes! Is it okay? Is my truck damaged?!?!?!?"
FEMALE POLICE OFFICER: "It's fine. I didn't want to tow it because it's legally parked."
JESTER: "Okay, I'm here now. Do you need me to move it?"
WATER COMPANY DUDE: "Yes. We need to work on the main, and we didn't want to damage your truck."
JESTER: "That makes two of us! The truck's okay?"
WATER COMPANY DUDE: "Yeah, it's fine."
JESTER: "Okay then, just move your sawhorses, and I'll get it moved straightaway."
He unblocked the truck, I got in, fired up the trusty Jestermobile, and pulled out....then backed up to pull even with the cop and water guy, rolled down the passenger window, and asked, "By the way, now that my heart attack is done, what exactly happened?" Water company dude: "A water main broke."
Ah. Wow. I saw my truck's life flash before my eyes. Cathy (my truck) may not be perfect, but she IS my baby!
I just think of the extraordinary timing that all this entailed. What if it had happened earlier in the day, when I was at work and I don't answer phones, and can't leave The Bar anyways? What if they had towed it? What if I had hit the bars and was hammered with no intention of driving? What if it had happened later in the day and the water actually DID do damage to the truck before anyone noticed anything?
I know the police are not perfect, and in this town their reputation is not always the best, sometimes warranted, but I have never been so grateful for the police running my plates as I was yesterday!
And thus did the Jestermobile live to ride another day.

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