Often after concerts in the larger cities, it's best to join the after-show tailgaters for a while so that you don't have to deal with the traffic. We were doing that last Saturday night in Kansas City. A young girl was standing there amid all the confusion and we didn't realize that she was with no one. We didn't know anyone else there so that girl just seemed like she belonged. A short conversation with her seemed to suggest that she had been dumped by an asshole husband and she needed a ride home. Or she needed a ride to her mother-in-law's, who lived 'just a couple of miles away'. So I said we'd give her a ride. We figured out later that she wasn't with anyone in that group. She just walked up out of nowhere.
We talked a bit more about this and that. She said she was a CNA, studying medecine. I said "Hey, my wife is an RN". The girl said "I'm that too". I said, "You said you're a CNA". She said "Yea, I'm a CNA and an RNA and (garble-garble-some other initials too)". Well that's bull hockey. You don't say that you're a CNA and an RN. Those are totally different things and no registered nurse would ever say that she was also a certified nurse's assistant. So I just classified this youngster as an excremental satiation type person. No big deal..
"Is there anyone you can call?"
"My husband".
"The guy who dumped you?"
"Yea".
"Well let's call him and tell him we've got you and we're giving you a ride".
"Uh. garbled talk.
"Give me the number".
She gave me the number and I dialed it using my phone. It rang in her purse.
"How about your husband. Let's talk to your husband".
She took the phone out of her purse and talked with someone - maybe. She told us that she told them we were giving her a ride home.
We left the parking lot with this girl in the backseat. "Which way honey".
"Oh, uh. Oh, go left. Down this way."
"OK what street".
"Just down this way. Turn on Dickson".
We drove and drove. All the while it was getting lonlier and more forbidding. This was an ethnic neighborhood, the kind of place that I really don't mind going except for the real fact that the people who live here don't like people like me at all. I know this sounds very racist but it is real true that people like me get robbed and killed in places like this.
"Where is this street honey? I don't think this is a good neighborhood".
"It's right up here. Dickerson. Just a couple more blocks".
I did a quick U-turn and drove fast back toward Arrowhead stadium.
"Taking you back girl. Something's wrong here and I don't know you and you're getting out of my car".
"OK, just let me out here".
"No, not here. We'll take you back to the stadium".
We got back to the street that goes into the stadium.
"Just take me up here to the Macdonald's. It's just right down this street".
We drove down that street. Dark. Lonely. No nothing.
More U-turn. Back to Arrowhead.
We found some securty guards and dumped the dizzy damsel.
But boy was that a concert.
We drove from Skiatook Ok. to Kansas City so that Ms Donna could see Eric Church and Kenny Chesney. I have never been to KC. It was terrific. Too bad we only stayed a couple of nights. A good friend gave me a list of places to go and we didn't go to any of them. We were tired the first night and didn't get in till about 2:00 the next. So we'll have to go back some day.
It rained like the first day of Noah's storm the day of the concert. Sixty mile an hour winds too. We almost decided not to go to the outdoor concert but the weather pretty much quit about startup time. We missed the girl who sang first. We saw Eric Church and then it rained and then Chesney came on. We had a ball. Ms Donna got to get all excited about Kenney and his group. I ignored the young cowgirls in short-shorts or miniskirts with really cute cowboy boots on.
Great time. Thank you Kansas City. I love you.
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