(2) of us (1) big adventure

Early Sunday morning I woke up to answer a phone call.

All I heard was yelling at me in Spanish: “Donde estas?!”

I was squinting my left eye and my upper lip was curling to the left as well (the “it’s really early face”) – then I yawn.

I have no idea who is calling, but I answer her: “I’m at home. Where are you?”

She’s repeating in Spanish: “Your car. Your car. Your car!”

I lean over to the window, peak between the blinds, and sure enough, Yessidey’s car was sitting in our front yard.

That’s weird.

Also I notice a cop car with its lights flashing from blue to red and a small gathering of people standing in the road. So I jump up and throw on my University of Oregon hoody (a gift from my friend Adrian) and run out the front door.

A cop met me and asked that I identify the car and show my insurance.

“Sir, I promise that I did not leave the car parked in the yard.”

He laughed and said that it was hit by another car. As he pointed to our neighbors’ yard, I noticed that they had a car parked in their yard too.

Well…

I guess that just 5 minutes before I woke up to my neighbor Antonia’s call, a lady was intoxicated and went zipping by our street where she decided to knock off my wife’s front tire and axle as a souvenir. As loud as the impact may have been, the hit was equally as damaging. Our neighbors woke up at the sound of the collision and peaked out the window in time to see the driver’s car lose complete control and slide into their yard. The driver decided she didn’t want to wait for help, so she got out of the car and took off running down the street. She might have been faster, but she left her shoes in the vehicle as she fled. Our good neighbors called the police to report the accident and gave a heads up with the direction that the shoe-less lady went.

20 minutes after that had happened, it was 2:45 in the morning. I was taking pictures of the wreck, providing information to the cops, listening to the witness’s rendition of the story, and trying to console my wife who was awfully upset with the situation. That’s when one officer was contacted via radio and told that the suspect was found getting into a car by Walnut Hill – apparently she was easy to spot and still without shoes.

As the sobriety test confirmed, she was drunk. She was allowed to get her shoes out of the vehicle and then taken into custody. After looking at these two cars I am really impressed that she wasn’t hurt. Although we just found out that she was driving without insurance, so maybe a good bonk on the head would have been good for her?