This is the sixth in a series about the strangers that I meet in my life. It may be for only seconds, or it may be days - I will never ever forget them.
Fifteen years ago on a shuttle bus from LAX to a hotel in Burbank I met a woman I will call Lola. One might call her a real piece of work, but I thought she was something else. She was one of those women that would do anything to crawl to the top and she had.
We were both going to the same Heavy Metal music convention; she to cruise rock stars, myself to do radio interview remotes. I have no idea why she decided to stick to me like glue, but she did. During the bus ride to the hotel she rattled off top rock star names that she had slept with like it was a grocery list. I really had nothing to offer in that vein of conversation except for being friends with a few bands.
She was currently dating a gorgeous guy who was the opening act of a very popular singer. Let's call that singer Larry Fanilow. She told me endless stories of how she loved him and how much he adored her. In fact they had just recently gotten engaged. In between the conversation she provided filler stories of an affair with a very married New Jersey rock star and making mental notes to exchange a purse given to her by a TV personality. Let's call him Harley Spleen.
We had a blast that weekend and I just followed her around watching her work her magic. To tell you the truth it was almost like being in a reality show.
I finally met the fiancé and he told me stories about the singer he opened for. There were tales of how the first five rows of patrons were informed they were not allowed to go to the bathroom while the performance was on. If they did it might throw Larry’s singing off. Personally I thought her fiancé was a jerk and when she asked me if I liked him I just did not know what to say.
During the four day stay we rented a car and split the cost from Dollar Car Rental. It had been fun to drive around, see the sights and have a field trip to Trashy Lingerie. She told me that her fiancé had to rent a car from there often because he could not afford to buy one.
Of course Lola was upset he was going on tour soon, because she said she did not trust him. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
Monday came soon enough and we dropped the car off at the rental place. We made sure we had left nothing in the back seat and upon gathering some belongings I found a roll of film in the crack of the back seat of the car. I started to laugh and asked her if it was hers. She shook her head and I said,
"Fine, I will take it and get it developed. I bet it might have some porn shots or something."
I literally said this as a joke.
Two weeks later I found the film at the bottom of my purse and decided I might as well develop it as I was curious. A few days later I picked up the pictures and started to look at them.
To my shock and amazement I saw shots of Larry with his back up singers and the rest of the film contained pictures of Lola's fiancé with a variety of women. These were no touristy shots either. This was a real "hot damn" selection of pictures.
I called her long distance and told her what I had seen. I heard total silence and then five words were screamed at full volume.
"Express them to me tomorrow!"
So I did. Seems that the fiancé had rented that very same car the week before and Dollar Car rental wasn’t called Dollar Car Rental for nothing. They had shirked their cleaning duties and missed the roll of film in the back seat.
Last I heard from Lola, the fiancé had been dumped and she was working on another rock star. This was most certainly a stranger in my life that I would never ever forget, or Dollar Car Rental.
Image and Text- Linda Seccaspina 2010
"Horses with No Names Series"