So as the shadows were lenghtening, the night life came out.
Some time just after midnight that Friday night, a young girl about 16 or 17 came into the service station screaming rape and being chased by an old guy in his 50's. She locked herself in the ladies restroom crying.
HarleyDad got a metal tire tool-not the little tool that pops off the hubcaps, but the big kind that you put tires on rims with and put the guy up against the side of the service station and told him that if he so much as breathed that HarleyDad was going to hit him with the tire tool-and I meant it, and he knew I meant it.
The Assistant Manager called Police. And so we waited-one girl locked in the bathroom-one old guy pinned to the wall.
The police came out.
It seems that the police knew the couple very well. "Yeah", the policeman said, "They do this every couple of weeks."
To HarleyDad's surprise, the couple were husband and wife, and had been drinking again.
After midnight in New Orleans, things are not always what they seem.
HarleyDad to the Rescue.
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