Kate & Shawn, private investigators

shawn's photo shoot is later today..lots of fun hanging out with joel and his wife, cara and a couple of our EMI friends (shout out to Alexis and BMW!) so...wednesday shawn decided we should drive around seattle to 'scout' some cool places for photos. we started with alki beach...for those of you who know seattle, you know how gorgeous a place alki beach is...for those of you who don't,...check out the pics.

so we were driving and at a stop sign shawn (well, stopped, yes) and then he whipped his head around and shouted in disbelief, 'did you see that?!?!' i didn't. i was staring ahead, thinking about the spinach salad i had made at home for lunch. i didn't see the old, beat-up, yellowed pick-up truck go screaming by us. i didn't see him completely side-swipe the blue four door car unexpectedly parked in front of the apartment building. i didn't, but shawn a.k.a. "defender of justice" did. he pulled our car around to get a better look at the car-turned-victim. the mirror was completely knocked off. shawn then just took off back down the street. he was driving fast around the curves of the little beach street.

'babe, are you trying to catch that truck?' no response. just a furrowed, determined brow. he didn't have to answer anyway. i already knew the answer...

i became the lookout for the streets to the right where the truck might've turned to get away from us. shawn barrelled on down the street. i think it was at this point that i thought: 'it would be pretty ironic if we got in an accident trying to catch a hit and runner' i didn't say that to shawn, who was clearly on a mission. instead i decided to join him in the missioin and said 'babe, we are like private investigators or something'. he smiled.

then we saw the truck. just as we were about to catch up to him, a black suv pulled out in front of us from a side street and decided to drive the speed limit (imagine the nerve!) the truck sped up and we were fighting to keep sight of it. we both let out a deep sigh at the same time in the same tone. (this happens after you live with someone for awhile. i picked up this particular sigh from shawn.) finally the suv turned and then another car got between us. the truck wildly passed the car in front of us.

"he sees us" shawn spoke his first words. this was a bad move on the truck driver's because it only made my husband more determined to catch him. then out of nowhere the truck pulled into an apartment complex and parked. shawn, with true investigator skill, drove on by and then turned around once we were just out of sight. he crept up to the apartment buliding where we determined the man really hadn't seen us because he calmly got out of his beater, suspecting nothing. we almost giggled with delight. shawn read the lisence plate to me, i wrote it down with a sharpie onto a loose napkin in the car and then we double checked it. the man was then putting an anti-theft device on his steering wheel. i thought two things. 1) who would steal that? and 2.) funny how concerned he is for his own car, when he just mamed someone else;s.

we wrote a note on the back of some random paper:
"9/7/05 we saw a truck hit your car this morning. here is the lisence plate # xxxxxx."

we drove back to the blue car which was still sitting there, no one had yet noticed its new scar. "put our number, in case they need a witness. but don't put our last name. wait, just put shawn, but spell it wrong."

i smiled to myself. (men are hilarious) and ammended the note.

"9/7/05 we saw a truck hit your car this morning. here is the lisence plate # xxxxxx. if you need a witness, please call us. our number is xxx.xxx.xxxx ...sean"

neither of us said it, but we both hope the owner will call.