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Docklands 5 - Inspector Reynoso Comes Through!
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Itâs about an hour later and Iâm just thinking In-n-Out Double-Double Animal-style as I pass the Carson & Vermont intersection when my cell phone titters.
I snatch the phone up, drop it, swerve to avoid yet another SoCal SUV with those Laker-Player, mega-bucks, glittery-chrome 22-inch wheels (todayâs version of my eraâs lowered âCrystal Blue Persuasionâ 1963 Impala), pick it up again, finally thumbing the little green button. I press it to my sweaty ear.
âHector? Dave. OK.â Three simple, sweet words. Inspector Reynoso has come through, big-time.
Iâm still a bit flustered as the SUV driver has ranged abeam to bird me emphatically. âF*CK YOU TOO, MUTHAF*CKA!,â I scream.
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âWHAT!!??â
âNO! NO! NOT YOU DAVE! Whoa! Um. ..uh . so, no sh*t, then? The Director went for it?â
âLetâs just say she appreciates the gravity of the situation <snarfle>. Geddit?â
âI get it, Dave. So now what?â
âCome back to the office and Iâll give you the D-1âd I-95 so droopy drawers can make it to the clinic tomorrow <click>.â
I hang a huge, smoking uuey mid-block on Vermont to head back to Ocean Blvd, and since Iâm now passing it directly on the right hand, I swerve into the In-n-Out. Clearly, itâs time to celebrate. In terms of INS visa waiver applications, my cherryâs finally been broke.
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| Posted by: Hector_Ochoa on Thursday, January 29, 2004 - 08:08 PM
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