I took my dog on an early morning walk around the neighborhood this morning and spotted the obligatory Dodge Neon parked along Bush Street next to the MTA bus yard. I saw a white guy (shock) in the driver’s seat and a slumped-over mess (shock) in the passenger seat. Hmm…wonder what that’s all about. Since the car was parked on the same side of the street we were walking down, I figured why not take a look. After all, they’re in my neighborhood and maybe they’re lost and need directions.
I know this is going to come as a shock to some people, but there was a junkie/prostitute digging in her arm with a needle and some middle-aged soccer dad with a chub in his khakis watching her do it. I walked right up to the passenger side window and bent down to look inside. The prostitute didn’t even notice me, but I watched the soccer dad’s corporate life flash before his eyes when he saw my face nearly pressed up against the window. I did what I usually do when I happen upon these situations – I stepped behind the car to get the tag number, pulled out my cell phone, and called 911. Soccer Dad hauled ass as fast as a Dodge Neon can go (26 m.p.h) and turned right on Wicomico Street. I guess they didn’t need directions.
I skipped having coffee this morning because ruining some junkie’s high and scaring the shit out of some suburban soccer dad is so much better than any caffeine buzz.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008 at 10: 21 am |
I can picture the shocked look on his face but I’ve got to wonder if he really thought they had some privacy in a car parked on a public street next to a sidewalk. Did he think he had that special one-way auto glass?
But dude was on an early-morning trip to find a day-time hooker; obviously, he doesn’t do all that much thinking.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008 at 10: 32 am |
Lee: I think these guys have it in their minds that only junkies live in the neighborhood. It would explain their look of complete shock every time a white female, with a full set of teeth and no track marks, takes down their tag number and calls 911. We rarely ever see the same guy twice after that.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008 at 12: 37 pm |
OMG…THAT was awesome. THAT Story Made my day!
Thursday, July 3, 2008 at 9: 26 am |
I’m so glad you do this… I’m trying to find a way to combat the sale of ass on harford rd in parkville.
so tell me, what do the cops say?
Saturday, July 5, 2008 at 11: 26 pm |
I just saw an episode of Monsterquest about giant rats and I thought of you. I think they really are getting bigger. I’ve seen ones as big as cats running near subway tracks. They have no fear….
Sunday, July 6, 2008 at 7: 32 pm |
Um, repeat after me:
“There is NOTHING better than coffee, not even hookers, junkies, or soccer dads from the county,”
Monday, July 7, 2008 at 6: 11 pm |
Hookers and soccer dads. You got to love Charm City.
When are you and Lady Friend going to move out of that neighborhood? I’m all for trying to make an area of town better and safer, but Pigtown is so way far off from being even halfway decent. Some of the stories you have told on this blog have absolutely scared the shit out of me. I know I can’t be the only one here who worries about your safety.
Monday, July 7, 2008 at 9: 19 pm |
AH and LF are never leaving Pigtown. So says the Favorite Washington Boulevard Hooker.
Thursday, July 10, 2008 at 8: 50 am |
The only thing that could make this story better is if you had taken some pics. Lord I’d love to have seen his face!
Monday, July 14, 2008 at 12: 48 pm |
I saw a hooker on Old Harford Rd just below the Sunbelt rental place the other day. I would have thought she was a cop (the precinct is on the same block, although quite a ways up), but her face looked too alcohol-damaged.
I’m sure the BoCo PD can come up with better john-bait.