Well, I had an interesting weekend.
Perhaps “interesting” is too strong a word, here. A lot of people think their lives are interesting, and I certainly don’t think other people find my life interesting. But I’ll relate the events of Saturday evening anyhow.
For the protection (and enjoyment) of those involved, I’m only going to use first initials. You know who you are.
Saturday: About 11:00 PM
As is usual for a Saturday, I found myself sitting at one of my favorite places of business (a gaming store) playing cards. The store is regularly open until midnight or later, so this in itself isn’t anything unusual. Anyhow, I was hanging out with D, S, M, M2 and B. We were playing cards and talking about things in general when M and S decided they wanted to head over to the local Sonic for some food.
About 10 minutes later, they returned, saying that some kids were on the side of the building, and when M and S pulled up, they hid something and took off. When I say “take off” it means they went back to the hookah lounge located in the same building as the gaming store. So D and B go outside with S and M, and return a moment later with a small baggie of weed. (Pot, Dope, Weed, Mary Jane) D says he found it under a rock around the side of the building where the kids were.
As he’s explaining this, four of the kids from the hookah lounge next door walk by the front door around to the side of the building. D, B, S and I go out, and I shine my flashlight on them, saying that they can’t be back there. This is mostly because the landlord rents out an apartment in the back of the building, and the side alley is off limits. The second reason we don’t want anyone back there is the excuse they use:
“Oh, we didn’t know, we had to take a leak.”
Wow! Is that the best excuse he could use? Actually, it was an accurate description of the activities of one of the four, because he was “taking a leak” on the side of the building. He zipped up and the four of them began walking back to the hookah lounge. I told them not to go back there anymore, and when S told me that one of the boys was the one who hid the stuff, I called out, “and if you’re gonna hide your weed, hide it on the other side of the building.”
Uh-oh, the cat was out of the bag. The four of them looked back, knowing we had found their little stash.
At this point, it was very late, and M left. He had half an hour drive to get home and had been up since before 6:00 that morning. So that left me there with M2, S, B and D.
We went back into the game shop, and D was wondering what we should do with it. I said, “Throw it on the roof.” Then there was the idea of flushing it down the toilet. The last idea was probably the best. D called the non-emergency police number.
Shortly thereafter, a police cruiser arrived and the police officer walked straight into the hookah lounge. I want to say that this was the FIRST TIME in three years of being at that location that the game store has asked for the police to come. Why did they go into the hookah lounge? Probably because they make stops there 2 or 3 times a week, at least. Personally, I’ve watched ambulances haul away overdoses twice now. I didn’t know you could overdose on “hookah.” I guess it depends on what you put in your pipe.
Anyhow, the officer goes into the hookah lounge, then returns to his car, sits there for a few minutes, and leaves. We sat there confused as to why the officer didn’t come to US. Good thing we weren’t being robbed. So D calls the dispatch back, explaining that an officer just showed up next door, and asked if that was the one who had been dispatched for the call he had made about 10 minutes earlier. Several minutes later, the officer returned.
The bag of weed remained on the table by the door, in plain sight. D shows it to the officer, who checks it, determines that it is weed, and asks to see where it was found. D and the officer go out and the officer looks around for a few minutes, finally finding a backpack. Upon opening the backpack, there are even more baggies, with lots of drugs in them. The officer took all of the drugs, left the backpack, and went back to his car. He then left, driving by every few minutes hoping to catch the owner trying to collect his things.
After about 10 minutes, the officer stopped driving by. That’s when the kid goes over to collect his backpack. B steps outside as the kid grabs the backpack and runs down the street with it. B comes back in and tells us the kid took off. As he is telling us about the kid taking off, the kid (having realized there wasn’t anything left in the backpack) comes walking back by the front of the shop.
He apparently went back to the hookah lounge to discuss the matters with his friends. They may not have believed them, because first 4 of them walked by the door, then a few more, followed by still more, and then a few more… S counted 15 in all.
So 15 kids (I call them kids because they ranged from 16 to 22 or so) all walk around the side of the building, then come back to the front, where they stand directly in front of the doors to the game shop. One kid right in the middle decides that flipping us the bird is a good idea. We all laughed. The rest of the gang behind him, he got a bit of courage and made an angry face. I just sat in my chair and pointed upward and to the corner, telling them to smile. In unison, the kids turned and stared directly into the security camera. Bird flipper decided he needed to have one on record, so he flipped a bird to the camera too.
By now, the mob mentality had begun to take over, as there were 15 of them outside the front doors, and only 5 of us in the game store that they could see. With 3 to one odds, and no way to get to us because of the locked door, they were growing increasingly more brave. That’s when it happened.
One of the kids decided to rattle the doors, trying to intimidate us no doubt, and found that the door WASN’T locked. He immediately released the door and it closed, with his eyes growing wide and him taking a step back.
So now it was 15 kids outside the game shop, the 5 of us inside laughing, and an unlocked door between us. The kids didn’t know what to do. They didn’t have a good excuse for NOT coming in and teaching us a lesson any more!
Perhaps it was lucky for them that the manager of the hookah lounge came out and told them to get back into the hookah lounge or leave, since he didn’t want any trouble. (Apparently the “Fund-Raising” Rave they threw a few weeks ago was still fresh in his mind, when the owner found the “Fund-Raisee” sitting in his vehicle snorting some fresh white powder, and cancelled the “Fund-Raiser.” Which, coincidentally, was for the organizer of the event. I guess coke is an expensive habit after all.)
We waited around for another half hour, until about midnight, and left. D, M2 and I left last, making sure nobody from the hookah lounge followed anybody. B gave S a ride home, and we watched as they drove off, then maybe 10 minutes later, we left. We drove by several minutes later, making sure the store wasn’t under assault, but found that the hookah lounge had closed up for the night.
Interesting? Not really. Funny, oh yes! The youngest in our group was S, who’s comment of the evening was along the lines of, “I don’t fight, but I can run really fast and hide really well.” M2 thought the evening was probably a bit more exciting than he liked, but he laughed with us when it was all over.
If there are any young kids out there reading this, I want you to know something about us older guys. (I’m in my mid 40s, I’m not exactly old, and D is in his late 30s, but we’re older than you.) There were 15 kids outside our door that night who came pretty close to learning one very important thing:
Before you pick a fight with an old guy, make sure he wants to fight, because if he doesn’t, he’ll just kill you.