We called 911 after getting stalked in Los Angeles
On our trip to Los Angeles to visit Andrew Cherng (owner of Panda Express), Rayfil noticed a car that kept popping up close to us on our car ride around the city - a white van. I thought Rayfil was paranoid, but he wanted me to copy down the license plate of this car that we kept seeing during our 40 minute trek around the city.
Brian: You serious?
Rayfil: Yeah, copy it down.
I asked Rayfil to make a U-turn....and then another...and then another. During each of the 4 U-turns, we were followed by the white van. We couldn't lose them even if we tried.
Along a busy street we pull into a residential neighborhood. The white van flies by and never comes into our side street....wait! Less than 2 minutes later it turns back around driving on the other side of the busy street. The driver doesn't see us, but we see him whizzing by.
Time to call the cops?
Rayfil's paranoid again.
Rayfil: Call the police.
Brian: 911?
Rayfil: Yeah
Brian: Are you serious?
Rayfil: Yes.
Brian: Hesitating, but dialling 9 - 1 -.....I couldn't do it.
Rayfil: Grabs the phone and finishes dialing the last 1. He hands the phone back to me.
Brian: Uh....hello?
Operator: 911 Emergency.
Brian: This isn't quite an emergency, but we're driving and being followed.
Operator: Hold on a moment while I transfer you to the sheriff.
Sheriff: Sheriff's department.
I tell him what has happened and I tell him we're on the way to a meeting.
Sheriff: If I come out are you going to be there to talk to me or are you going to the meeting?
Long pause.
Brian: We're going to the meeting.
Sheriff: If you see the guy when you come out of your meeting, give us a call.
Brian: Okay. Thanks.
We come out of the meeting and see....
Nothing.
This time I'm paranoid. I slowly approach our rental car and drop to my knees. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for under the car. Wires? A bomb? In the movies I've seen with car bombs, there's sometimes a cassette tape lodged into the dash board cassette player. I see nothing.
We open the door slowly.
Nothing.
We're safe.
Labels: Andrew Cherng, Los Angeles, Panda Express, stalker

