Another Good One...

Since I haven't posted lately, I decided to refresh your memory's with another fantastic story:

It all started when I was a wild 16 year old trying to impress the four boys riding in my car on a Friday night. When one suggested a crazy idea involving orange construction barrels, I knew I just couldn't pass it up. Basically the game was to see how close I could come to swerving at a construction barrel without actually hitting it. I was incredibly successful with the first 3, but then my luck ran out and I slightly dented the 4th. I got bored with that game quickly and decided to make my way over to the 7-11 for Slurpees. As we were getting back in the car I noticed a couple of cop cars pulling into the parking lot. Next thing I know I'm surrounded by a total of three cop cars, all with their lights flashing and sirens blaring. One slowly approached me with his flashlight shining directly into my pupils and asked me to roll down my window. At this point I knew what they were there for so I handed the cop my Slurpee cup and informed him that I wasn't drinking alchohol, and that it was just a blue raspberry Slurpee. In retrospect, I probably should have just shut up and not made myself look anymore suspicious than I already did. Anyway, I guess he could tell just by looking at me that I wasn't drunk so luckily I didn't have to embarrass myself with a sobriety test. He wrote up a ticket after a long lecture on reckless driving and sent me on my way.

Since this incident was considered reckless driving I had to go to court for it and stand before a judge to plead my case. I didn't realize beforehand that they would actually put me on the stand and ask me how I would plead. I guessed No Contest, which seemed to be a good answer. The cop that pulled me over then stood and informed the judge that he felt like I was "negatively influenced" by the four teenage boys in the car, and that he thought I was not guilty. The judge must have trusted him because I got off with only a $225 fine. I realize that 225 dollars is quite a bit of money, but it was worth every penny when being compared to the juvie. I've sworn since then that if I could find that cop again I would do something really nice for him, like bake him a plate of cookies or baby-sit his kids or something.