I’ll preface this by saying that this is probably the most ghetto thing that’s happened to me in the last year. At LEAST so far in 2008. Also, it’s buried, so you’ll have to hear the back story first.
Wednesday night we were supposed to go to our first game of the season. By we, I refer to Rachel, Lorenza, Katie & I. It was a giveaway night and there was a Warrior’s game the same night (apparently the last of the season). So my trying to find parking in the BART parking lot was ridiculous. Being 6:30p there wasn’t much parking…people trying to find spots for the A’s game, Warrior’s game, and of course people who actually needed to use the BART system lol. Also, lots of commuters are still parked there and getting off on their way home from work. So I have to circle the parking lot for 10 minutes until I finally see someone heading to their car and wait for them to leave. I was hoping to get their ASAP since there was a free giveaway.
Well low & behold I finally get parked and walk through the station & over the ramp to the stadium to find Lorenza and Katie still in line to buy tickets. They’d been waiting for 45 minutes. I already had my ticket that I bought online for the bleachers and by the time they got to the window, they were all sold out of the bleachers, AND plaza level outfield, AND plaza level infield. This left the cheapest ticket for the game at $24, more than Katie & Lorenza really wanted to pay. And they were already out of the giveaway. So we decided to sell my ticket to someone standing around, call Rachel & let her know to not bother coming down, & go to a sports bar or something to watch the game.
Here comes the ghetto. Get ready.
As we walk back to my car through the parking lot, there are still plenty of people driving around still looking for spots. This chick driving way too fast in a crowded parking lot nearly hits us crossing the road and I say, at a medium volume, “uh bitch”. It’s not like I yelled it at her, or was even looking at her when I said it. Said sort of to myself, ya know? Anyway, we get down the aisle to cross over to my car and apparently this, well, bitch had turned around and came back at us and came at Lorenza (who was lagging behind on her cell) and parked as if to block in the car Lorenza was standing next to (i.e. what they probably thought was her car). The driver jumps out and starts getting loud about “who called me a bitch!”. I couldn’t hear cause Katie & I were already in my car but according to Lorenza the dialog went something like this:
Bitch jumped out & said something while Lorenza’s on the phone.
Lorenza: excuse me?
Bitch: someone call me a bitch?
Lorenza: no one said anything.
Bitchy Passenger: oh no, it was the driver that said it (pointing over to me, while Katie & I are successfully acting oblivious).
Lorenza: No, no one called you anything.
The bitch said something else, Lorenza said she was on the phone or something and walked over to our car. Of course, this is a second hand retelling of the conversation since I couldn’t hear from the car & several days later I may be forgetting something.
So as Lorenza gets into the car and as she does the bitch gets back into hers and takes the fuck off as if to come around the aisle & block me in for further ghettoness. Luckily in the direction she was coming around the aisle end there were 3-4 other cars blocking the path in the process of parking, looking for spots, etc. so I backed out and took off in the opposite direction ourselves.
As I get the fuck out of there Lorenza & Katie start pondering what would have happened had she rammed into my car. I said I don’t know, but I sure didn’t want to find out. I don’t think my insurance covers crazy ass hoes.
GHETTO. Luckily the bar we went to to watch the game had AWESOME service and totally made up for the disappointment of not seeing the game. But I’ll leave that for a separate blog.
