Blind Date # 23

This one was number 23,
I am not blind but can't see,
Listening to all that they say,
Figuring things to be just that way,
Maybe because I am alone and old,
I believe whatever I am told,
We met for dinner and a show,
Then for desert we would go,
She could not make a choice,
I was not allowed to have voice,
For hours we did ride,
Damn it she could not decide,
Finally I just pulled in the lot,
Saying what ever you want this place has got,
She got mad and threw a fit,
I just didn't give a s**t,
Then she went way to far,
Broke the windshield on my car,
Out of her purse came the paint,
To do they surely ain't,
But I was no doubt wrong,
The streak was dark and long,
I dialed 911,
Then the trouble really begun,
Of all of the cops to show,
It was her husband don't you know,
I in fact stood and did not say a word,
Those two fighting was all that was heard
From there everything went to hell,
In the end I went to jail,
By the cops I was surrounded,
Next my car was impounded,
Charges there was a few,
But not one did I do,
To let me out they would stall,
I couldn't even make one call,
Got out and went to the impound lot,
My car they haven't got,
Maybe I need to do a better scan,
This was not at all in my plan!

An Uncle Charlie Original