So it turns out this guy “attacked” Starbucks on purpose, which explains why he reversed his car, then rammed the post, the only thing holding him back from driving into the cash registers, again. We all had assumed he was drunk or on drugs or just panicking, but it hadn’t occurred to most of us that he was doing this on purpose. He was quickly found, deemed nuts, NOT arrested, and sent to a mental hospital. This photo was taken by the Berkeley Daily Planet.
Monthly Archives: July 2005
I guess I should explain this cat. He is one of two massively fluffy Persians that my friend Kristina, who lives outside of Paris, owns. When I was visiting her in June, the cats spent most of their time in the backyard, either lying in the shade or following us or the chickens around the yard (yes, chickens, and one rooster; don’t get a rooster, they make too much noise.) Later, when I was in the kitchen, this cat walked in through the open back door around to the kitchen where he stood at the closed back door. He didn’t even stop to eat, rub against a leg, nothing. Just in the open door and over to the closed door. At first I told him (in French, of course), “The other door is open. Go out the other door.” But he didn’t listen. He just stood there blanky waiting for someone to open the closed door. He stood there and stood there and stood there, staring up at the door, until I gave in and opened it for him.
A short-haired man in his 30s driving a maroon SUV created a new Drive-Through Starbucks today when he drove through my Starbucks at the corner of Solano and Colusa in North Berkeley. It was about 10:55 a.m. and I was just finishing the last few sentences of a chapter I was working on before I walked back to my house to wait for the Salvation Army truck, which was scheduled to arrive between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. I had my earplugs in to block out the Hear Music station they blare all day when I heard an explosion and looked up to see the doors and the windows above them imploding. I thought a bomb had gone off on the sidewalk (first London, then Berkeley) when an SUV drove into the store. It didn’t stop until it hit a wooden post. I jumped up and out of the way, sliding my Mac Powerbook out and my backpack out of the way, too, to protect them. Glass was everywhere. The car was stopped, but the wheels were still spinning, and I didn’t know if it was going to break through the post and keep going or not. As he fiddled with the controls, a woman screamed for him to stop the car. He backed up a foot, went forward a foot, then finally threw it in reverse and backed out of the store. He reversed right into the intersection and then, to our surprise, raced down Colusa and out of sight. I was too shocked to get a good enough description of him to report to the police. I did notice the color of his SUV was maroon, but didn’t get the make and there was no license plate on the front of the car. Fortunately, several people standing outside did get both the license plate number and a good look at the guy. We all stood there in shock, unsure what to do next. The Starbucks employees started handing out accident reports while several customers called 911. Within five minutes a firetruck was there and five minutes more several police cars taking statements from witnesses and heading down Colusa looking for the SUV. There was no doubt about the color – the bumper is lying on the floor of Starbucks. Of course, I got home at 11:15 to find the Salvation Army had come and gone. And now where will I go to write?