I saw an unusual call holding the other night about a man and woman having sex on the hood of a car in a cul-de-sac. Not in the car…..On the car.
I drove into an industrial area and headed toward the cul-de-sac in question. I knew the area well because I’ve typed reports there before. I turned onto the street and followed the road as it curved to the left. As the street straightened out, I could see a man and a woman standing next to a car at the dead end.
There was a blanket covering the hood and the windshield. The blanket looked cozy. These people were serious about their car sex.
I stopped my car, which didn’t have a blanket on it, and got out as they continued to talk as if I wasn’t there. When they finally looked at me I noticed a “glow” about them. It must’ve been the mood, the lighting and the endorphins.
I said, “Hi. I’m here because someone called.”
They gave me a confused look at first. The look changed when they realized what I was talking about as they looked at each other.
“You had an audience,” I said. “Someone was watching and called the police. That’s why I’m here.”
That was when the “glow” look turned to embarrassment.
I pointed to the blanket as I pulled out my phone and said, “I gotta get a picture of this.”
You just can’t make this stuff up.