"He Should’ve Known"
By Ross
"LA, Squad 51 available…" John Gage informed the dispatcher.
"10-4, Squad 51…" headquarters quickly came back.
The paramedic replaced their rescue truck’s dash-mounted radio’s mic’. "And that’s not even the worst part!"
Roy DeSoto groaned inwardly, as his partner proceeded to pick the conversation up right where he’d left off—which was right in mid rant.
"She knew—all week—where I intended to take her. And she waits until we’re already sitting in our very costly—and incredibly hard to come by—front row seats—to tell me…that she hates Monster Trucks! Man! It’s a good thing I didn’t spring big bucks for those pit passes I was gonna get. And—and you’re not gonna believe this—but that’s not even the worst part! After the girl informs me that she absolutely hates the date, I make the hu-uge mistake of asking her why she didn’t tell me—how she hated the whole idea of the ‘Monster Truck Show’—a week ago. So I could have planned something else. You know what she says? Do. You. Know. What. She. Says?"
"I give up. What does she ‘says’?"
"She sa-ays…I should’ve known. Kin you believe it? I should’ve known! Ro-oy…Do I look like some kind a' ‘mind-reader’ to you?"
"I hate to tell you what you look like to me…"
The pair rode on in blessed silence for a few blocks.
Finally, Roy’s curiosity got the better of him. "So…Did you leave the 'Monster Truck Show'…and take her someplace else?"
"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? After what I had to go through to get those tickets? I had to promise Pete Henschel I’d work a split shift for him. I gave up half a' one of my days off, to get those seats! Na-ah-ah. I told her, if she wanted to leave, I’d give her twenty bucks for the cab fare home and...she took it."
DeSoto suppressed a slight smile. "I should’ve known…"
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