At approximately 8:51 p.m. on Saturday, Feb. 25, 2006, I had to silently recite my Miranda Rights. I nearly caught a case that night. However, I realized Saturday night is a terrible night to spend in jail and I didn't have enough in my bank account to post bond.
So, I quietly recited my Miranda Rights in my head as my car was warming up. Now that I think about it, I should have loudly informed my female passenger of her Miranda Rights or at least told her what the 5th amendment said.
I think everyone needs some background. She's a friend and a co-worker that I greatly respect. She sent me an AOL instant message that night and told me she was depressed about some stuff in her life. She said she wanted to get out the house. She recommended a movie. It was a bone-chilling 16 degrees outside (wind chill of 10 degrees) and I was quite comfortable under my covers. Like a good friend, I got dressed and I picked her up. She paid. We saw Sanaa Lathan's new movie (Something New). We will rejoin the Miranda Rights blog entry already in progress....
We were having a conversation about my journal (which will be the source for my autobiography). She wanted to see it.
I said HELL NO! I told her that I could be shot, stabbed or poisioned because of the sensitive material in my journal. Basically, my journal is classified information until it goes to the publisher.
Her rebuttal was that everyone needs a good editor. She continued to say that my journal is probably filled with spelling and grammar errors like what I post on this blog. She also had the audacity to say the copy editors in sports must do a hell of a job on my stories before they go into the paper. Her allegations are not true.
I remained silent after she uttered the famous words. I looked at her once with a stern expression just before i put the car in drive. I never turned my head in her direction again for the estimated 25-minute ride to her place. I'm thinking about the words my driver's education teacher always said "eyes on the road at all times, hands at 10 and 2 and obey the speed limit."
I turned up the volume on my CD player. She turned it down (obviously, I turned the volume up because I didn't want to hear her fruitless apologies). She apologized again. I promptly turned the volume back up just as she ended her sentence. She kept talking to me. At that point, my ears were on mute and all I could see was her lips moving from the corner of my eye.
I accelerated a little faster and didn't slow down for yellow lights. I finally reached her place (ahead of schedule). She muttered something to me (my ears were still on mute). She forcefully slammed my car door. I drove off without even looking back to see if she got into her place o.k.
14 comments:
exactly!
she has the nerve to be salty after calling YOUR journalism shoddy?
KISS
MY
ASS
she's lucky you didn't go for the misdemeanor.
I want you to teach me to put my ears on mute, it's a craft I probably need to perfect, except when on the job. Do people think before they speak these days? I was just talking to some friends about how a person can compliment you a thousand times, but when they say that one stupid, hurtful, or spiteful thing it's over. They are forever characterized by the one dumb thing, they probably will grow to wish they never said!
YOWZA!!!! you dont put your mouth on the job!!! talk about the job, the fam, my hair or my weight and thats fightin ground!!!!!!!! hey, at least you took her all the way home...
Dang, buddy!
But have you cooled off now? Do you want to salvage things? Because she's reading this now, maybe not having realized how much she hurt your feelings.
You're a good one. I would've said something so polite pointing out her rudeness that she would have been the one shutting up. And this chick works with you? What could have possibly made her think that in some lifetime, it would be okay to make such a remark to a reporter? She should know better.
see, this is why I hate that whole "friendship" crap with females, they try and take liberties. You're better than me, she would've been walking the rest of the way home.
I don't know how close ya'll are, but I guess she felt she was close enough to say it and not think it would hurt your feelings. Did she at least say it playfully? People just don't believe in the golden rule anymore. She should've known she'd be hurt if you or someone else told her what she told you. At least you took the high road and didn't say a word to her
thats some gangsta shyt ... she knows she was wrong for that!
why do people do and say shyt they know they should not and then try to be like, "sorry, i did not mean it."
you lie!
You know what? I love people like that. It reminds me that I'm that deal, and there are haters who wanna steal my shine.
I hope ruining your day made her feel better. That way, at least something came out of it.
Why be so defensive if you know it's not true?
@hizzle...lol at misdemeanor...I wasn't trying to go to jail for anybody.
@cnel...you probably haven't had a long term girlfriend because putting your ears on mute is a required skill. It will save you a night in jail and some dead presidents.
@miss a...I haven't gone gangsta on someone like that in YEARS but if i did...the focus wouldn't be on what she said but on what I did in return. You would be blasting me because someone got frostbite.
@klc...have I cooled off? Yes. Do I want to salvage things? Yes.
@talia...she only started apologizing a good 5 minutes after she realized that I didn't think it was funny and that I had every intention of giving her the silent treatment the entire way to her place. That's malice my friends. If she was truly kidding, she should have qualified it IMMEDIATELY after she said it without waiting for my reaction first. It makes me wonder what she has said to others...when I wasn't around? Incredible.
@chris....(scroll up and read what I said to Miss A)
@journiemajor (scroll up and read what I said to Talia).
@andrea s. bowden...I believe you're a first time responder (thanks for coming to the page). Why be so defensive if it isn't true? Easy answer. The statement shouldn't have come out of her mouth. Not Saturday night. Not ever. Some things you keep to your self...PERIOD. She's also a reporter and I wonder how she would react to another reporter defaming her work. I expect to hear statements like that from the general public. But do I expect to hear that from another reporter and a co-worker and someone that I greatly respect? HELL NO!
Dear Carlton B.,
I'm sure you know that my sense of humor is just odd enough that I would find a blog entry all about me mildly amusing. You also know I have no qualms with discussing personal business online. And, as you may know, I’m just ignorant enough to comment here for shits and giggles.
But, I am saddened that your ego was so easily bruised. Maybe this will help:
First, I WAS kidding – who doesn’t make typos on a blog or an instant message? You’re a great writer, in spite of what I think of you personally at this point.
Second, I paused before “qualifying” because you looked as if I’d just said your mother had a consensual threesome with Dick Cheney and W. We have said far worse to each other – all of which I have found hilarious - why a comment about spelling would upset you is truly beyond me.
Third, you’re more paranoid than Forest Whitaker swallowing carrier-pigeon messages in Ghost Dog. Not only would I not comment about anyone’s spelling prowess (or lack thereof) to anyone else, I think maybe two individuals, tops, even know we are acquainted.
Last but not least, I was very upfront with you about the fact that I can be an oft-sarcastic, rude bitch. That would have been a good time to tell me that you are a petulant, overly sensitive one, the likes of which would make Ralph Tresvant clutch his pearls in admiration.
And I WILL plead the fifth on some of your other comments, especially that “catch a case” one (gangsta typist?).
Anyway, this was fun. Let’s do it again sometime! However, you know I don’t get a chance to read your blog that often, so please E-mail me if you’d like to continue this in a public forum :) .
With Love,
Delia
This is some wild shiznit. I mean I thought I was bad with my ex resonding to my posts.
But yo, you were calm and cool man, just like me. I would have turned on Mike Jackson and tuned her out for a minute to send the message thats not cool.
Heeee Heeeeeeeeeeee
Alright...the jury has released its verdict and I'm calling off the dogs. I think she's gotten the message. I don't need my tires slashed or my car keyed.
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