I saw you—or rather I saw your white Toyota sedan out in the left lane on Lytton in Palo Alto. And as I telephoned my friend with the car-share app (sorry, I don’t happen to have a spare $200 to buy a smart phone), who relayed you had already charged him for a no-show, I frantically waved at you from the berm around the parking level of the corner building on High Street, where I had been sitting with my guitar, my rolling cart and amplifier. Apparently I erred in expecting you to pull into the spacious yellow-marked loading zone directly in front of me. When the traffic light changed, you turned the corner and I ran after you, thinking you wanted to pick me up on High Street, but you just kept on going, and not long afterward appeared at the Lytton-High intersection again. You stopped while for the light, and this time I ran out in the street and came just a couple of feet away—close enough to see the logo on your windshield—when you quickly took off down Lytton across High. I guess you thought you didn’t need to take me home since you had already been paid.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
