I’ve told this once before, so my apologies to those who have to read it again.
Quite a few years ago, I flew to see my friend in San Diego for a week. We’d known each other forever, and hadn’t seen one another in quite some time - I was looking forward to the vacation and to seeing her, plus, she lived right on the beach. It was gorgeous and all was well.
So at one point during the week (Easter), she and her BF decided it would be fun to go down into Mexico. Her BF had friends visiting too, so we all piled in the car and went. It’s only about 30 minutes to the Mexican border from San Diego, and then about another 45 minutes to an hour to Rosarito Beach where we went, to the famous hotel.
The boys had cervezas and we had margaritas. We were tipsy — but everything was fun and happy and all was well, when they suddenly decided to leave. As we were walking out, somebody grabbed me by the arm — a total stranger, because I knew no one but my own party. I disentangled myself and was out the door.
When I got outside, there was no sign of my friends: friends gone, car gone. I was not more than 3 or 4 minutes behind them. They simply couldn’t be bothered to wait for me.
I was panicky and frightened — I was in a not-great part of Mexico and I didn’t know a soul and I had absolutely no idea where my “friends” had gone, or why they would do something so foolish and cruel. There were 2 Federales standing there, so I asked them, “Have you seen a very beautiful American girl? Tall? Dark hair? Muy bonita?” I must’ve sounded INSANE to them, but they said yes! Yes! Come with us! We’ll take you to her!
And stupid, drunk Dream got in their Ford Bronco (just like OJ’s) with them. But instead of taking me anywhere around Rosarita, they kept driving deeper & deeper into Mexico. Finally I sobered up enough to demand that they stop and let me out and I kept telling them that THIS ISN’T FUNNY I’M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN GOD DAMNIT!!! over & over again. I think they finally got tired of listening to me lol.
So I ended up hitchhiking about 80-90 miles back to San Diego with complete & total strangers. It was a terrifying trip.
And I got back before they did, and nobody said they were sorry, nobody apologized and nobody told me why they thought that was acceptable. I was sooo pissed off I could barely speak.
The next day, she had the absolute cheek to ask me for money for a food shop. I caught a very expensive taxi to the airport and left instead.
She died alone except for her parents several years later. I did forgive her, though. Eventually. But she died thinking I never did.
I feel a bit shit about that. But then…
And all these years later, I can hear her voice, sitting in that car, waiting those oh-so-long TWO MINUTES: OH JUST GO. I can hear it as if she’s sitting next to me and saying it right now.
She was a CF all her life and everyone just let her get away with it — including me. I think she might have been an honest to god, real-life case of narcissism — the only one I’ve seen in the wild.