Thursday, July 2, 2009

Story Time

So after I got home last night, after a totally awesome day with some completely awesome people, I got a phone call from Show Low PD. I guess someone recognized me at K-mart...? Iunno, so Officer Call (that was cop's name) was kinda dumb, like no variation from usual cop routine, only asking questions to try and get you to lie so they can press more charges and what not, playing the "I'm a nice guy, but really I'm a dick" card. So anyways, he already knows what went down, so I didn't bother lying and he "appreciated my cooperation" I hate cops. Talking to him wasn't the worst part, it was being treated like a 5 year old when my mom and dad talked to me about it. Faux-concern for the scratched on my foot and hand to let me know they care about me and then right into a lecture of thanks for being an idiot, you just fucked up, do you even know what you did? Fuck that, I cut off my mom and told her that I had already beaten myself up about everything she was brining up. I know they're starting a business, I know they can't afford shit like this right know. I know that I'm not going down to SD anymore. I know I'm going to have to tell kyle and sean and see if they can get their money back for their plane tickets. I KNOW I FUCKED UP. So after I told them that they left because I literally said everything they could possibly say to me. I had already laid on my bed for 2 hours thinking about how much of a fuck up I am. I felt bad for kinda taking their lecture away from them, I know how much they love to say they're disappointed in me, when I fuck up even slightly, let alone when I fuck up this grandly. "Michael, you are capable of getting much better grades than this C, we're very disappointed in you." "Michael, you were out til 4 last night, you know that's not right, you're smarter than that, we're very disappointed in you." Awesome, just because I'm the least retarded of their kids, that means I have to live perfectly conformed to what they think I should do? No, that's not how I, ME, work.

So everyone who doesn't already know will ask me to relay the story to them, so I'm going to knock out a bunch of you in at once.

The group I was with went to Kmart because we were bored and had a bit more time before people had to get home. So the girls in the group started shopping and me and zach were bored so we went out into the parking lot to ride carts down the hill. Stupid parking lot was to bumpy for any kinda of speed to we just grabbed on cart and started pushing each other around the store. All was going fine until Zach got me up to running speed and let go and I went into an en cap display. So we tell the lady it wasn't us and continue about our business until we hear the call for security to review their tapes or something like that so me and zach decide to wait in my car. Anyways that's really the whole story, the girls finished shopping. I took everyone home and went home myself.

1 comment:

Sidney said...

This story has me seriously LOL. Not the fact that you had to deal with the Fuzz, just the fact that you were at running speed, in Kmart, in a cart, I mean who thinks of that?