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Sunday, February 8, 2009

I must confess...but judge me not

So, there was a little "situation" that occurred last week that I have been questioned about constantly thanks to our lovely roommate and my #8 on my 25 things no one needed to know about me on Facebook. Everyone wants to know what happened last Monday, did we get arrested, did we get handcuffed, blah blah. Well, let me put those wandering minds to rest and tell you the true story of what happened.

Setting: Monday night...after FHE, American Manor, two girls bored out of their minds, procrastinating homework. Our original plan of going to workout at the gym was short lived. We showed up at the Hart just to find a line of people waiting to get on a treadmill. That seems really ironic and weird to me to see people STANDING STILL IN A LINE to get on a treadmill. Like...ok, whatever. So, we came back home, sad we didn't work out, but still pumped enough we wanted to do something crazy. Earlier in the week, a group of friends had told us all these horror stories of this specific towing company here in town. Apparently, this towing guy rides around to all the apartments looking for cars, even cars that are visitors, just to tow them and charge crazy amounts of money to get your car back. This outraged my friend(it doesn't take much sometimes)and she was ready to take some sort of action towards this tow truck man. She is much like a young female Robin Hood in many ways. Her first idea, which was not a good idea, will not be mentioned in this story. The second idea that I had, was to get some eggs and throw them at the tow truck. Sadly, we went with that idea.

The Victory: So, we found the towing company, but it didn't seem like a good idea to throw the eggs being that the two men were outside getting their truck ready. So we followed them. Yes, we did. With our black sweats, black hoodies, and black hats, we followed that tow truck to at least 4 different apartments, waiting for the right time to strike. Finally, at a complex in clear view of the Snow building, we parked the car, turned off the lights, and prepared to throw the eggs. But to our dismay, they had decided to actually tow a car and had stopped the truck to load it on. My roommate all of a sudden exploded with this super power, opened her door, took off running with 2 eggs, and yelled for me to get in the drivers seat. I was so confused. Never had I heard of this plan of her getting out of the car. At first I just sat in the drivers seat, watching her run, wondering what she was actually going to do. Well, what she did was what she shouldn't have done. She ran right up to the truck, threw the eggs at the window, and took off running to the second driveway. I quickly sped around corner, turned down the next street to meet her, and what I found was a crime gone horribly wrong. My roommate had been tackled on the sidewalk by the tow truck man. She was kicking and screaming obscenities and I just sat there in the car feeling very afraid. He was yelling "call the police, call the police!!!". At that point, I didn't know what else to do. So I did the white thing to do...I drove off and left my friend tackled on the sidewalk. I drove around the corner to my apt, jumped out the car, stood there for a second, and then realized I could NOT leave my best friend like that, it wasn't right, she wouldn't do it to me. So, I grabbed the keys and was about to take off running back around the corner to where she was, when I say my other roommate waving to me from the stairs of my apartment, she was locked out. GREAT! Now I would have to tell her, right? So, I told her the whole story...she also used to be Relief Society President, if that explains how embarrassing it was to tell her the story. So, we drove over to the apt in her car, TWO police cars there, my friend sitting on the steps being yelled at by a very dikeish woman police officer, and me feeling my pulse harder than ever. After being complimented for our deeds and laughed at for our age, my friend was issued a ticket and a court date. And that was it.

And now....it is funny. No it was not funny that night. It was stupid, we were dumb, we will never do anything like that again. However, I have at least done something now that I can laugh about and tell my grandchildren someday. So I am not totally regretting it. So just so everyone knows, no we did not get arrested or cuffed, just a ticket. The end.

1 comment:

Lindsay said...

You were afraid to tell me because I was once the Relief Society president? Really? :) I'm glad we saved her from the scary man.