And yes, I'm on the cusp of continuing to catalogue what transpired at Mr. Salsa's house, but one more quick sidebar is in order. Which is, a little message to all my impatient emailers. Pardon me folks, but in recent weeks my real life has become a bit more demanding of my attention than maintaining this site. Moreover, it's not always easy updating in a manner that's fit for the whole family. In other words, what am I supposed to do when I hear some guy whipping his wife? And it sounds like she's enjoying it? I'm thinking all I can do is abbreviate, gloss over the tricky parts, and hope for the best.
Yes, he bruised my bananas and he bruises his wife. A pattern? Perhaps. That said, what two adults do in the privacy of their own home is their business.
But why is he visiting my city? Why did he drive past not one but two other closer Wal~Marts just to go to my local Wal~Mart? Did he really drive 23 miles for one jar of salsa? Or to shoot a man?
As
you can see, the self-flagellation continues. Unabated.
It's really a minor miracle I didn't crash my Morris Minor while mulling all this over: I do tend to talk with my hands when I should be steering with them.
Anyway,
I still didn't get his license plate number, but at least I wrote down his
street address. And yes, when I
last left off it may have appeared that salsa guy's wife/girlfriend was under
heavy duress. I certainly thought
so... at first; but then I heard her giggle.
And, when I listened more carefully, it became apparent that their
"arguing" was really him bellowing outrageous commands and her
simpering. I stuck around for
another five or so, didn't hear anything compelling, began to feel more and
more out of place--what all with there being no fence and it getting on in the
evening--and so I drove home.
On the way back here the following occurred to me: OK, so salsa guy's not dead, not even seriously injured (no limp, no visible bandages); but how's the other guy doing? A shot was fired; why wasn't that addressed on the evening news? Both guys felt it would be best to refrain from calling the police? Or one or both of them did call the police, but the police dropped it? Or, more likely, the police dutifully filled out all their reports, but somehow our local newspeople didn't get wind of the shooting? Or, having got wind of it, they felt it wasn't newsworthy? Based on the local census--just under 300,000 for this tri-county area--a shooting in a Wal~Mart parking lot, whether someone died or not, would make the paper.
IMHO.
So it's pretty safe to assume the police haven't heard about anything untoward happening in that parking lot. I just can't imagine them sitting on something like this.
OK,
here's the crux: somehow salsa
guy was involved with the illegal firing of a gun in a public place.
He's still alive, but where's the other guy?
Under that fresh* new slab of concrete in salsa guy's backyard?
Chained up in his basement? Is
it now time--if not, high time--for me to call the police?
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