I Sat in a Police Car and I Went to Jail

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Soooooo...

Let's just start with the bad, shall we? My car got sideswiped overnight Friday night while parked on the street. I went out Saturday morning, hop, skipping and jumping down the driveway to go to coffee with my friends and gasped when I saw my mirror hanging from a wire. Then, as it sunk in, I noticed the deep scratches and dents all the way from the back bumper, through both driver's side doors and the front bumper. There were pieces of the other person's car literally STUCK underneath the back door. When the policeman tried to pull one piece out, he couldn't get it and asked me to open the door; at least 10 pieces of the other person's car just clattered to the ground. That's how hard it hit my car. Enter a few tears and Gay Boyfriend calling the non-emergency police line, a text to my friends that said, "I'll be there soon. Sitting in a police car." (Now, that part was funny, because I didn't tell them why. There was just a tad bit of humor left in me.) And that was my Saturday morning. Also, the policeman looked at me with pitying eyes and said, "You know, they were probably drunk." And I'm all, "No shit. Ya think?" I didn't really say that. But duh, right?

My first thought was, "There goes that money I finally put into my savings account." But lucky me, nine years of therapy and four years of recovery from drinking have helped me frame things much better these days, and I almost immediately was able to turn it around to, "At least I HAVE the money today." Which I didn't two weeks ago. Licketly split, Cowgirl called a friend who runs a body shop, a trip out to the middle of nowhere to see him, an estimate and a call to my insurance company, and I'm mostly set. I'm not even mad. I'm just irritated about the hassle of taking it in and driving a rental and picking it up and hoping it's fixed right the first time. Blahblahblah.

So there.

But here's the good. Which, for some people might not seem good, but it was good for me. See? In my current life, there are times when people I care very much about go to jail or prison. It's life. It's the nature of recovery. People have to make amends and restitution for harms done while under the influence, right? So, someone I care about very much went to jail on Wednesday and she has to stay for two weeks. She called me on Saturday night and asked me to visit her on Sunday. And well? If I was in the clink, I'd want someone to pony up and come see me too, right? So I convinced Cowgirl to come with me and we did. You wait in the waiting room (Where Cowgirl of course, made a lifelong friend. I kid you not. We were the only people in there laughing our heads off.) and then we got buzzed in and then they interrogate you about who you are and why you are seeing that particular person and they send your driver's license through a multi-state database to make sure you're not a serial killer or deliquent on parking tickets, and then you sit. And sit. And sit, while you wait for your person to be delivered to their tv screen up in the jail. You don't get to see them in person. You talk to them on a phone and not even through glass like you see on tv. It was over a monitor.

Not nice. But guess what? We made her laugh. I read some things out of our recovery book that she requested (because you can't have any books in jail except the Bible. I think that's wrong. What if you're not Christian?) and we talked and she forgot for just a few minutes that she was there. Also, Cowgirl is really good in situations like that. Lemons from lemonade. Laughter under duress. But we went. Because that's what people do for one another in this life. You hear me?

14 comments:

kilax said...

Oh my gosh! You handled that SO. WELL. Wow. Just wow. I would have been crushed. Good for you!

And that was so awesome of you to visit your friend and take her mind of things :)

clearness said...

Lots of prayers the drunk guy/girl gets help.

Kelly Hogaboom said...

You are an incredible person, Kate. Wow.

KT said...

Oh boy I am sorry to hear about your car- how frustrating! But you have a good attitude about it. At that point, there was nothing that you could do other than call your insurance company and get your car fixed.

TMC said...

I bet the whole time you were thinking "I'm sooooo going to blog this." :)

Jen said...

Wow, intense weekend! I'm so sorry about your car. I would have been beyond upset.
You're such a good friend Kate. I guess I would have gone too, although I've never been in that situation, and between you and me, I hope I never am. But, you are a wonderful friend, wonderful.

mel said...

You are a good friend :)

Shelley said...

You are a good person, Kate. I'm so glad to know you, even if it's just virtually right now. Reading your post restores my faith in humanity. :)

Helen said...

Everybody needs a friend like you Kate! (I would hope that if a person wasn't Christian they'd be able to bring the book of their faith, whatever that is.)

The car thing? SAME EXACT thing happened to me at our previous house where we did not have a driveway. Quite the shock isn't it? Oh, then it happened again. Then they threw a rock through Mr. Helen's rear window and scratch initials into the side door of his car. Yep, lots of hoodlums and drunks in that neighborhood.

When we went house hunting 6 years ago our #1 requirement was a driveway.

Sparkling Red said...

No books in jail except the Bible?! Wow, they really know how to torture people. ;-)

artemisia said...

My best friend's cousin had to go to jail - for an offense while she was in the military. Soooo, we went to visit her every Sunday at QUANTICO prison. That was pretty damn intimidating. I will never forget the other regulars there...

Yes, absolutely I think you should visit. Then, more than ever.

Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks said...

Your side swipe reminds me of when my car was bashed up (while it was parked) the day before I was set to go to Europe for 2 weeks. I was so mad. Lucky for me, I saw the damage as the police woman was writing up a report, so got to be face to face with the idiot who caused it.

Your frame of mind rocks, btw ... there's a silver lining when you can be thankful you're in a better place today than you were even a few weeks ago.

Lemon Gloria said...

Oh, crappo, Kate. That sucks. You handled it incredibly well, though! Kudos to you!

carrster said...

Oh Kate. I love you so.