Anarchy in the Air

Tonight was a rather exciting Mariners game when Richie Sexson attacked the pitcher from the Rangers, Kason Gabbard after a pitch was thrown, seemingly intentionally at Sexson's head. Sexson, a beast of a man towering heads above most other players, ran out to the mound, throwing his helmet at the pitcher and pounding him. Quickly the benches from both teams cleared as it turned into a full out brawl. From where I stood I could see Felix Hernandez going insane, screaming at the different players, Kenji Johjima trying his best to hold him off.

The best way to describe it is in the words of one of my customers later in the evening, "At least we found out the Mariners are awake." After game and game of seeing nothing worthwhile from my team, tonight was quite a pick up, and I sold almost all of the Richie Sexson t-shirts in my kiosk.

After I got off work, I accomplished one of my life goals: "Be a witness to a crime." As I was standing, waiting to cross the street to head to Royal Brougham where I catch my bus, I was listening to my iPod, thinking about the game, the fight, how my till was exactly on, when from my left I hear the bang and crunch of a car crash. I snap my head to see that a beat-down van had apparently run the red light and gotten t-boned by a taxi. The crosswalk light beeps at me, so I continue on my way to the bus stop looking over my shoulder at the accident. I see the door to the van open, out falls a very drunk girl, barely wearing any clothes, just some cotton shorts and a tank top. She is stumbling around in the middle of the intersection, idly staring at her phone. Eventually I reached the other side of the street and stopped staring at the scene and walked on to my bus stop. At the stop I check the bus schedule and lean against the fence waiting for my bus.

After a minute or two I look up to see the drunk driving girl walking towards me. My jaw drops as I wonder what her reasoning could be for not being near the scene of the accident. A bus pulls up and she stumbles over to the open doors, asking the bus driver in slurred words where he goes. She is facing away from me, and I notice that her shorts are soaked in the back. She peed herself. My brain is blank with incredulity as I watch her board the bus and leave the area. I step toward the street, looking around to see if anyone else notice what just happened. I write down the bus number and the direction on the palm of my hand. Two or three minutes later, two police cars are slowly casing the two bus stops on royal brougham, looking for the woman. I run out into the middle of the road, screaming what I had seen and pointing toward downtown Seattle. The officers hardly look at me before they peel out their tires and u-turn in the street, within a foot or two of me. The tires are screeching, smoke is rising all around me, and their lights and sirens start to scream. I instinctively put my hands on my ears and watch as they speed away.

Hopefully I'll be able to sleep some, though. Tomorrow is another exciting day at SafeCo field.