The tennis court
Aug. 7th, 2003 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merelynNot much to say. Had a rather nice conversation with Petra and Meg last night in our field. Or rather, on the tennis court next to our field as field was dewy.
We told each other some stuff that bothered us about everyone else, and it didn't disintegrate into a bitch fest. Always a good thing. It was a good talk. Until my mom called Petra's cell phone, tipsy, and began freaking out at me because one of her coworker's sons (and three of his friends) was arrested for assault and counterfeiting.
Apparently she saw them on the news and overreacted, being kind of drunk and all. Had to talk her through that one- she was like "Can you imagine how awful it would be for a parent to have their child arrested like that?". I told her that was rather unlikely, and Meg and I would never do anything like that.
And just as I finished and hung up, a man came walking around the side of the tennis court holding something. We couldn't see him that well and it was really freaky. It could have been a psycho with a gun for all we knew.
Then he turns on his flash light in our eyes and says, "What are you doing here?"
Rather unlikely, indeed.
It was a cop. And the three of us are in a park, after dark, which is illegal. We lied to him and said we didn't realize that.
Still, a cop with a flashlight is better than a psycho with a gun. He asks for our information (name, SSN, address, phone number) so we give it to him. This is apparently in case anyone reports vandalism or something in the park the next day. He was nice. He let us go and left. On foot, which was kind of weird.
Unfortunately, Petra and I are no closer to our goal of getting arrested before we die. :)
On another note, ooh, look at my barcode:
We told each other some stuff that bothered us about everyone else, and it didn't disintegrate into a bitch fest. Always a good thing. It was a good talk. Until my mom called Petra's cell phone, tipsy, and began freaking out at me because one of her coworker's sons (and three of his friends) was arrested for assault and counterfeiting.
Apparently she saw them on the news and overreacted, being kind of drunk and all. Had to talk her through that one- she was like "Can you imagine how awful it would be for a parent to have their child arrested like that?". I told her that was rather unlikely, and Meg and I would never do anything like that.
And just as I finished and hung up, a man came walking around the side of the tennis court holding something. We couldn't see him that well and it was really freaky. It could have been a psycho with a gun for all we knew.
Then he turns on his flash light in our eyes and says, "What are you doing here?"
Rather unlikely, indeed.
It was a cop. And the three of us are in a park, after dark, which is illegal. We lied to him and said we didn't realize that.
Still, a cop with a flashlight is better than a psycho with a gun. He asks for our information (name, SSN, address, phone number) so we give it to him. This is apparently in case anyone reports vandalism or something in the park the next day. He was nice. He let us go and left. On foot, which was kind of weird.
Unfortunately, Petra and I are no closer to our goal of getting arrested before we die. :)
On another note, ooh, look at my barcode:
LJ Barcode |
