Showing posts with label that really happened. Show all posts
Showing posts with label that really happened. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

why you trippin, i aint even do nothing.

let me share a little story from my day yesterday. 
having the day off from work, my friend Rudy and I went and played some catch in the park. 
On the drive home we realized I had stepped in dog poop. 
We get out of the car and ask a kind, older man if we could use his hose to rinse off my shoe. 
We were there for about five minutes. Explained to the daughter what was going on.
Then thanked him and went back to my car. 
Cleaned my shoe off some more with a long stick.

Fast forward about 20 minutes as Rudy and I are in the car again. 
To be funny Rudy blares my horn. 
Coincidentally right in front of a cop. 
I get pulled over.
The questioning begins of what we had been up to. 
Umm...driving? Playing catch? acting immature by laying on my horn?
No, he wants to know about going to the house. 
Ohhhh....I explain the shoe.
Tell him he can look at my shoe if he wants. There were still poop remnants on it. 
Come to find out the daughter had called in my license plate number and reported us.

Allegations including:
Taking advantage of the elderly. 
Attempted breaking and entering. 
Smoking cigarettes in front of the house. 
Im sorry.
WHAT!? 
I explain the story about cleaning poop off my shoe in depth. 
I may have even gone as far as telling him I was a law abiding citizen, that we are religious and go to church every week in an attempt to help clear our names from suspicion.
I also included that we could go back to the house and he could see all the poop that we cleaned off that would still be in the street. 
This interrogation lasted over an hour. 
Asking both Rudy and I our versions of the story.
We denied approximately ten times that we do not smoke. did not smoke. and did not have cigarettes in our possession. that we did not go inside the house. we did not even get close to the door.
We had two cop cars behind us the whole time. 
And I may have shed a bunch of tears in frustration.
I was that person that people stare at as they are driving by to figure out what is going on.

YUP. That really happened. 
Over poop. 

Lessons learned: 
dont step in dog poop. dont talk to elderly people. 
dont blare your horn to catch the attention of the Burbank Police Department when you are a wanted woman and suspects in false crime.