… was the day before I turned 27.
I think the next year of my life is going to be marked by vigilante-ism. I can’t help it.
I watched a woman yesterday almost get hit by a car door. On purpose. The passenger in the car opened the car door to scare the cyclist, and it was only through the last minute closing of the door that they got away with not killing someone. What would possess someone to do that? I mean, really? Really? REALLY?! I wanted to follow the car down the street in bumper-to-bumper traffic and sit in front of the car until they chose to hit me just so that I could make sure they got in trouble for it.
Here’s the story: I was walking to rehearsal last night for Robin Hood, minding my own business (listening to section parts, if my director is reading this), when a guy started screaming obscenities out his car window. That’s not so crazy for Toronto, I’ve seen it once or twice, usually around prom season when some group of teens decide to try drinking for the first time and feel like they’re flying. No, the crazy part started when a cyclist passed me heading in the same direction as the car, and then had to slam on the brakes when the car opened its curbside door INTO her path. And then, just as she was about to hit the door, it closed, she made it by, and she was gone. I could hear the maniacal laughter of the driver in my head as he drove away. It clicked in my head after that the guy must have been screaming at her for some reason, and so decide to pull his little prank to “teach her a lesson”.
One of my cast mates in the show shared a little pearl of wisdom with me about the whole situation (or at least the part about standing in front of cars to exact revenge). He knows a guy who knows a guy who is a Colombian drug dealer. Who has killed people. Whenever he gets angry about something like this, he thinks about the driver being that guy. So, not so much with the standing in front of cars anymore for me.
Needless to say, City Luke was furious. I did what any drug dealer-fearing, justice-loving guy would do: I wrote down the license plate number and called the non-emergency police line. Officer Badge #88731 was very nice, and she let me know that there wasn’t a lot she could do, but that I was welcome to file a report on-line.
So I did.
Is anything going to come of it. Probably not. That’s sort of depressing.
But if you know the woman who almost won a door prize on Dec 12, 2012 at about 5:45pm on Queen’s Park Crescent, you let her know that I’ve got her back, and would gladly go to court or wherever to see this crazy guy get punished. Even if I have to stand in front of his car.