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duccioI'd located a gallon plastic bottle and filled it with gas, driven around the area she had vaguely specified and finally spotted her in a near frantic condition. The car was right at the turn of the entry way to the parking area, out of gas so no one could pass in or out. The windows were rolled up and the doors were locked, keys in purse on driver's seat; the flap over the fueling pipe was locked.
I put the bottle of gas down on a low wall next to the car and tried fishing a wire down inside the window to try and unlock the door.
She was raging and screaming at all the people gathered around watching and laughing, and finally she picked up a piece of concrete and smashed it against the small window in one of the rear doors. She broke out the shards, reached in and unlocked the back door, then climbed in over the mountain of flotsam crap in there and opened the driver's door, lastly pulling the release for the gas flap...
Somebody had stolen the bottle of gas.
So, I got a guy to help (advised him to leave his daughter in his car rather than have her witness this breakdown in progress - which he readily agreed was a good idea) and we pushed the car out of the driveway, she coasting silently downhill and parking on Louisiana Street around the corner, not quite out of sight. I followed, picked her up, and we went to find another bottle and get some more gas, she raging the entire time about what awful people "they" were. (Of course, she'd spent her gas money on crack about an hour or so earlier. She told me she'd lost it in the dumpster??? Maybe so.) Christ, what a town.
I put the bottle of gas down on a low wall next to the car and tried fishing a wire down inside the window to try and unlock the door.
She was raging and screaming at all the people gathered around watching and laughing, and finally she picked up a piece of concrete and smashed it against the small window in one of the rear doors. She broke out the shards, reached in and unlocked the back door, then climbed in over the mountain of flotsam crap in there and opened the driver's door, lastly pulling the release for the gas flap...
Somebody had stolen the bottle of gas.
So, I got a guy to help (advised him to leave his daughter in his car rather than have her witness this breakdown in progress - which he readily agreed was a good idea) and we pushed the car out of the driveway, she coasting silently downhill and parking on Louisiana Street around the corner, not quite out of sight. I followed, picked her up, and we went to find another bottle and get some more gas, she raging the entire time about what awful people "they" were. (Of course, she'd spent her gas money on crack about an hour or so earlier. She told me she'd lost it in the dumpster??? Maybe so.) Christ, what a town.