The latest link in my chain of frighteningly insane women.
so i rolled into olathe around 5pm the other day to stop by mulligan's and say hi, buy some tobacco at the shop next door and then go down to P.Ott's and say hi there too. i was in town to work the short lunch shift today, helping out while the owner was in Vegas helping move his stepson. i made it to P.Ott's without a hitch and while i sat there and drank iced tea, i started talking to this woman sitting at the bar, filling out an application. she asked me to buy her a drink, "what the hell, my drink is free" i thought, so i bought her a bud light. we went out to the patio to smoke and ended up just yapping and yapping. i ended up not really saying too much about myself as she just kept going on and on about everything. so far, she seems pretty normal, a little weird, but not overwhelmingly, just different in a realish person sort of way. Eccentric, maybe. a couple hours passed and it was getting pretty full outside on the patio, so i didn't really think about it at the time that she was getting worse and worse. she straddled a couple of girls that i know at the table and was pretty insistent on applying this make up that she had. the girls were tolerant - waitresses, they're used to drunk people. she still didn't seem that drunk, but she was awfully happy to be hanging out with me in particular. maybe 20 minutes later, she doesn't seem to be having a very good time and i need to go back to mulligan's just to talk to the night bartender, see if he happened to have my pocket knife that i've been missing for about a week. she decided to go with me, i thought maybe i could cheer her up - we had a good rapport, i thought we could have a couple of laughs. . on the way, she's asking me about people she knows who work there(i've worked there on and off for four years. these people have not worked there).
we get there, she doesn't want to go in. now she's acting pretty drunk. or high on something.
i run in, bartender doesn't have it, i tell him i've got a crazy lady in my car.
"well, she got the door open" he says, peering through the blinds.
i go out there and get in the car, she wants to go to the hospital, she can't breathe.
sounds like a fantastic exit, so i agree, but she wont put her legs in the car and close the door.
"we'll sit here all fuckin night" she says.
"what do you want?" i ask.
she leans back and kicks the passenger door window and then just inside the door.. my door is fucked up a little now.. it shuts, but it's not right...
i go around to her side of the car and try to reason with her.. i get her to put her feet in the car and i shut the door. we drive out of the parking lot and onto lone elm. i'm taking her to the hospital. we cross 56, about 500yds and she kicks the door open, i thought she was jumping out, so i grab her leg, yell "DO NOT" and pull over. ugh. now she's seething, squinty eyed and sneering at me "you got what you wanted out of me tonight"
and "who ARE you?". i tell her to shut the door, she tells me to, so i lean across her and slam the door shut. i'm fucking pissed off, but not about to do anything regrettable - i'm in control but certainly not happy... she slaps me in the face at one point and all i could think of was how lucky she was to have run into me. anyone else may have strangled this woman or just booted her out of the car... oh, i thought about pushing her right out while we were in the parking lot and just leaving. some say i should've...
so i turn the car around, she's "take me home" now. i'm happy to. i start driving to the neighborhood she mentions, she tells me to turn off on a completely wrong street. i'm thinking she was just wrong about the name of her neighborhood, but then hisses at me, proclaiming me a 'dumbass' for going to the wrong place. i turn around and continue to go to the original neighborhood, she tells me to turn off on this street, then with the 'dumbass' again. that's pretty annoying.
"you want me to call him?" she dares.
"Call who?"
"Jeff!"
"who the fuck is jeff? i don't know jeff!"
"my boyfriend!"
"Fuck yeah, call him! call him right now and tell him to pick you up at P.Ott's!"
"give me your phone"
"i don't have a phone!"
"you had a phone"
"that was your phone! you probably left it at the bar and we're here now!" (holyshitthiswomanisoutofherfuckingmind) "OH MY GOD!"
back at P.Ott's.
"get out of my car" she snarles at me.
"this is MY fucking car!"
"where's my car?"
"i don't know what kind of car you drive!" i'm almost shouting at her now..pleading for her to be sane for a moment. she tells me what kind of car she has, i feign looking and point "its right over there!"
i get out and go to the patio and explain to some guys i know about the situation. "this woman is out of her fucking mind!".. i was pretty freaked out at this point. it was like she flipped as soon as she got in my car. it's humbling and i really don't like it when someone fools me, and of course all the signs were pretty blatant in hindsight.
so i go back over to my car, she's locked the passenger side. i walk around to the driver's side and she's trying to hold the door shut. i pull the door open; she's a petite woman and my arm could probably fling her body weight...
i look her in the eye and exclaim "holy shit..you really don't know what the fuck is going on, do you? Get out of my car. PLEASE!"...(i was so pissed, but very mindful of what i said and did, as i feared some kind of Dateline sting operation or something. i just wanted her out of my car/life.)
"I will pull you out of this car in front of all these people here. You need to get out of my car right fucking now."
frustrated, i go back over to the patio and start describing the events of the night to those guys, when one says "hey man, your girlfriend just ran away". everyone looks over at this woman running across the parking lot toward the gas station shouting 'bastard'somethingorother.
"thats not my girlfriend bro, i just met her tonight"
i run inside and tell my buddy that i'm heading to my parents' house for the night. he says "run!"
i get to my folks' house a little past 11pm. they had no idea that i was even in town yet. i told my mother about it and she was concerned that this woman might try to tell the police that i"d accosted her and whatever..
i was a bit more stressed out by this whole episode than i admitted to myself - i tossed and turned until 4 am and had fucked up dreams. not gonna talk about it.
Today, my buddy tells me that apparently, the woman had run to the gas station, threw herself to her knees and insisted that 911 be called. an ambulance came and took her away.
about a half an hour later, her boyfriend-guy showed up to pick up the vehicle.
hopefully, the end.
incredible how this happens.
so i rolled into olathe around 5pm the other day to stop by mulligan's and say hi, buy some tobacco at the shop next door and then go down to P.Ott's and say hi there too. i was in town to work the short lunch shift today, helping out while the owner was in Vegas helping move his stepson. i made it to P.Ott's without a hitch and while i sat there and drank iced tea, i started talking to this woman sitting at the bar, filling out an application. she asked me to buy her a drink, "what the hell, my drink is free" i thought, so i bought her a bud light. we went out to the patio to smoke and ended up just yapping and yapping. i ended up not really saying too much about myself as she just kept going on and on about everything. so far, she seems pretty normal, a little weird, but not overwhelmingly, just different in a realish person sort of way. Eccentric, maybe. a couple hours passed and it was getting pretty full outside on the patio, so i didn't really think about it at the time that she was getting worse and worse. she straddled a couple of girls that i know at the table and was pretty insistent on applying this make up that she had. the girls were tolerant - waitresses, they're used to drunk people. she still didn't seem that drunk, but she was awfully happy to be hanging out with me in particular. maybe 20 minutes later, she doesn't seem to be having a very good time and i need to go back to mulligan's just to talk to the night bartender, see if he happened to have my pocket knife that i've been missing for about a week. she decided to go with me, i thought maybe i could cheer her up - we had a good rapport, i thought we could have a couple of laughs. . on the way, she's asking me about people she knows who work there(i've worked there on and off for four years. these people have not worked there).
we get there, she doesn't want to go in. now she's acting pretty drunk. or high on something.
i run in, bartender doesn't have it, i tell him i've got a crazy lady in my car.
"well, she got the door open" he says, peering through the blinds.
i go out there and get in the car, she wants to go to the hospital, she can't breathe.
sounds like a fantastic exit, so i agree, but she wont put her legs in the car and close the door.
"we'll sit here all fuckin night" she says.
"what do you want?" i ask.
she leans back and kicks the passenger door window and then just inside the door.. my door is fucked up a little now.. it shuts, but it's not right...
i go around to her side of the car and try to reason with her.. i get her to put her feet in the car and i shut the door. we drive out of the parking lot and onto lone elm. i'm taking her to the hospital. we cross 56, about 500yds and she kicks the door open, i thought she was jumping out, so i grab her leg, yell "DO NOT" and pull over. ugh. now she's seething, squinty eyed and sneering at me "you got what you wanted out of me tonight"
and "who ARE you?". i tell her to shut the door, she tells me to, so i lean across her and slam the door shut. i'm fucking pissed off, but not about to do anything regrettable - i'm in control but certainly not happy... she slaps me in the face at one point and all i could think of was how lucky she was to have run into me. anyone else may have strangled this woman or just booted her out of the car... oh, i thought about pushing her right out while we were in the parking lot and just leaving. some say i should've...
so i turn the car around, she's "take me home" now. i'm happy to. i start driving to the neighborhood she mentions, she tells me to turn off on a completely wrong street. i'm thinking she was just wrong about the name of her neighborhood, but then hisses at me, proclaiming me a 'dumbass' for going to the wrong place. i turn around and continue to go to the original neighborhood, she tells me to turn off on this street, then with the 'dumbass' again. that's pretty annoying.
"you want me to call him?" she dares.
"Call who?"
"Jeff!"
"who the fuck is jeff? i don't know jeff!"
"my boyfriend!"
"Fuck yeah, call him! call him right now and tell him to pick you up at P.Ott's!"
"give me your phone"
"i don't have a phone!"
"you had a phone"
"that was your phone! you probably left it at the bar and we're here now!" (holyshitthiswomanisoutofherfuckingmind) "OH MY GOD!"
back at P.Ott's.
"get out of my car" she snarles at me.
"this is MY fucking car!"
"where's my car?"
"i don't know what kind of car you drive!" i'm almost shouting at her now..pleading for her to be sane for a moment. she tells me what kind of car she has, i feign looking and point "its right over there!"
i get out and go to the patio and explain to some guys i know about the situation. "this woman is out of her fucking mind!".. i was pretty freaked out at this point. it was like she flipped as soon as she got in my car. it's humbling and i really don't like it when someone fools me, and of course all the signs were pretty blatant in hindsight.
so i go back over to my car, she's locked the passenger side. i walk around to the driver's side and she's trying to hold the door shut. i pull the door open; she's a petite woman and my arm could probably fling her body weight...
i look her in the eye and exclaim "holy shit..you really don't know what the fuck is going on, do you? Get out of my car. PLEASE!"...(i was so pissed, but very mindful of what i said and did, as i feared some kind of Dateline sting operation or something. i just wanted her out of my car/life.)
"I will pull you out of this car in front of all these people here. You need to get out of my car right fucking now."
frustrated, i go back over to the patio and start describing the events of the night to those guys, when one says "hey man, your girlfriend just ran away". everyone looks over at this woman running across the parking lot toward the gas station shouting 'bastard'somethingorother.
"thats not my girlfriend bro, i just met her tonight"
i run inside and tell my buddy that i'm heading to my parents' house for the night. he says "run!"
i get to my folks' house a little past 11pm. they had no idea that i was even in town yet. i told my mother about it and she was concerned that this woman might try to tell the police that i"d accosted her and whatever..
i was a bit more stressed out by this whole episode than i admitted to myself - i tossed and turned until 4 am and had fucked up dreams. not gonna talk about it.
Today, my buddy tells me that apparently, the woman had run to the gas station, threw herself to her knees and insisted that 911 be called. an ambulance came and took her away.
about a half an hour later, her boyfriend-guy showed up to pick up the vehicle.
hopefully, the end.
incredible how this happens.
wow, after I posted this I was able to see the rest. I even 'expanded' it before. Oh well.
As for you getting in trouble, I'm more than positive that the ambulance drivers figured out her mental state immediately. Plus, there is no evidence to prove you did anything to harm her. Why do crazy people like you so much? Keep it unlisted, man. Stay on the D-L.