It was good samaritan day, which is great, because it obviously was NOT Getting Errands Done Day (I got so frustrated at the supermarket that I abandoned my basket and fled. Hey, Vons, when 15 people are in line it's time to call another checker.)
I was at home about noon when I heard a woman yelling for someone to get out of her car. Over and over.
"Crap," I thought. I once made a vow to always help women in abusive situations. I don't really want to, but a vow is a vow, ya know?
So I went out to the street in front of my house and talked to this couple who were drunk and having a fight in their car. I asked the woman if she needed help or wanted me to call the cops. The guy told me not to get involved. I ignored him and stayed until they drove off.
It was all inane and jumbled and stupid in an alcohol-fueled kind of way, and I am not sure I did any good, other than to let a woman know that when she yelled, someone was listening.
Yes, I know it was dangerous. But if I ever get killed by an enraged boyfriend, please have them put "At least she tried to help," on my headstone.
Then tonight my friend Alicia and I went to see the Gin Blossoms play a free concert in the park in Camarillo. It was super fun, a perfect summer night in the park kind of thing with tiny lights in the trees and lots of glow necklaces.
On the way to the show, we noticed a whole row of cars with parking tickets on them, with a cop busily writing even more tickets. There must have been 25 ticketed cars in a line, but there were no "No Parking" signs.
"We should ask the cops what is up," I said idly.
"You want me to?" Alicia asked.
"YEAH!" I said.
The cops told us that there was no parking there.
"Where are the signs?" we asked. They could not find any signs. We left them still buzzing around, trying to figure out what was going on.
When we came out, all the tickets were gone off those cars. Twenty-five families whose nights wouldn't be ruined by stupid parking tickets! Alicia and I high-fived each other.
"They'll never know," she said. But we did, and that was pretty damned cool.
If any of The Rats are reading, how much does Jesse Valenzuela of the Gin Blossoms look like Joe DoHo?? I spent the whole concert thinking: Did Joe just not tell us he is also a rock star?