Ghetto!

SO.
Today's events took a rather stressful turn as I was with Steph and Natalie driving through the seedy ghettos of Pomona.
-*Note to anyone with a navigational system that has an "Areas to Avoid" section: Put Pomona as
one of those areas.*

Why?

Well. As we were cruising down Garey, looking slightly appalled at the faded buildings with haphazardly boarded up windows and sketchy citizens roaming about, we saw, as Natalie so delicately puts it, a Domestic Dispute! We were waiting at a signal, listening to Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat play merrily in the background, when we see this car just past the signal back out partway into the road. So we're all thinking, oh, no big deal. It's probably someone just having a little trouble getting into a driveway. WRONG. As the light changed and we got closer, there was a lady in the car totally cussing out this guy standing outside in front of the car. We see them exchange words, and then the lady guns her car and totally hits the guy. At that point, us sheltered white kids were cowering in the car frantically looking around to see what other drama was about to ensue. So I turn around in the back seat to see the guy get back up and see the lady prepare to run him down again. At that point we were all freaked out and we were all discussing the descriptions of the car and the man and woman in case we had to call the cops. Meanwhile Natalie was shouting, "DOMESTIC DISPUTE, DOMESTIC DISPUTE!" So then after we were a good two blocks away, Steph was still freaking out about the lady and asked me whether or not she was following us. And since we were a good distance away, I couldn't see any car pursuing us so then we calmed down, but we were still a little on edge, ready for more action.


Pretty exciting, no?

Our first ghetto moment. Ah. The memories.