Sunday, June 17, 2018
On the heels of trying new safety equipment & the news about the situation with the attack of a pervert on the T (the kind that was really that) and the arrest of a good samaritan in that area, I knew I would have a lot on the line. As I was driving down a major street, rather slow since it was a hot Saturday night summer in Boston, I noticed a light that said "O/D off." I thought, "oh, s**t! Another problem?" As I found when I got back, it was the overdrive was off because I was going so slow on the street. Thanks new law, which said 25 miles per hour is now the major speed limit in Boston. I made it to a new garage, which was quite different from the last one, but also cheaper (no offense guys.) You know you feel awkward when the door felt like a back alley (Trust a guy in a do-rag!) As I walked I managed to made it the street I wanted to cross to continue the patrol, but I noticed I was in back of a group of guys acting like they were ready for a night out on the town. I thought, "No problem. They weren't high risk. They were in a large group. They WERE AWARE OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS; but the last one, THEY WERE AWARE OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS. That cost me. As I passed by they were like Statler & Waldorf on the Muppets. They were heckling me on my patrol. I managed to cross opposite the street. It made me nervous, especially for earlier. I even made the mistake of missing an opportunity to help, fortunately someone came to pick up the slack. As I walked I felt more awkward, especially with new equipment acting funny. As I managed to go down the street, I noticed I was behind someone. I tried walking slow or even going down side streets. The sirens did n't make things easier. I managed to go down one side street. From the start it looked like I was walking down an alley. I spent time observing every side alley, every small parking lot for any trouble. Then I was in trouble. What that side street led to was a housing area in that section of the city. I just pulled a Bee Sting! a hero who was in trouble for an encounter in an area like that in Michigan. Fortunately I knew that that street was going to lead me to the main road, so all I had to do was walk down & hope for the best. It almost didn't. A paddy wagon came up & was flashing their lights as I was there. I stopped so not to cause trouble. Fortunately, the wagon didn't stop. I was relieved. It turned out it was at a house, possibly a house party gone wrong. As I made it the main street, I noticed how much the mistake it was as the donut shop that I passed was to my left, as last time I was passing it. In other words, I panicked too soon for nothing. I managed to walk back to the car. As I headed back, I put the A/C on as a precaution. This was a learnable patrol where the next time I would have to study my routes a little more carefully, as well as not panic way too easily.