I'm getting ready for Master Works. Four weeks in upstate Indiana! Weehee! Sixth, you should come down from your crazy Canadian home to see a crazy good performance of "A Mid-summer Nights Dream". Starring me. And some other people. I really wanna be Puck, but the audition tape I sent it will probly land me the part of the sensible girl. Dang it! I'm tired of playing sensible girls! That all I ever play! GAR! Give me a character roll! Anyways...yeah...you should totally come and bring your friends *cough*Andy*cough*.
What else should I update you on...I graduate next Saturday, and I have a benefit recital I'm doing the week after that. A two woman show, people! Me, Rachel, and reckless bass. Its a crazy beat up bass. But its going to be an interesting show involving monologues, solo's, singing, dramatic reading, mime, instruments talking to each other, and me looking like a fool. It should be a jolly old time! I'm terrified...and yet, I don't care if I look stupid. Ha! I'll only have to put up with the embarrassment for a week, and then I'm off to theater camp. Its starting to sink in...I'm going to be doing theater, all day, every day, for 4 weeks...Professional theater...people such as Jim Cavizel's acting coach with be there...um...wow...okay. Stop thinking. I've had coffee and thats all I need for energy today!
And now, for the story of Wednesday night.
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Ahahahahaaaa! Last night, I was pulled over for running a stop sign by the sheriff. And then another cop shows up. The sheriff demands the ID of everyone in the vehicle. And he was rude. And he shined a really bright light in my eyes. Full story? With dialogue? Why not?!?!
So there I am, leaving Island Park. Most of you have driven with me at some point and know that I consider stop signs to be more...yield signs. I see a car comin into town, and don't feel like waiting for it. So I go. Jacob looks in the mirror and goes "Dude, thats a cop."
"Oh. Fun. Well, he hasn't pulled me over yet soo..."
So I start to pull into the SnowCone place (whose website I need to visit...hhmm....http://www.rainbowsnow.com/) and his lights come on. Rachel is in the back seat making jokes about being pulled over and I pull over and I think she thought I was parking or something and I'm muttering about how I don't have money to pay a ticket and she's like "Wait! Did he really pull us over???"
So there's the light, shining in my mirror for starters and I'm going blind as we all chuckle weakly and make sure seat belts are on. The officer comes to the window and...people...I'm so sorry...I respect police officers, I really do. One of the greatest persons I know is an officer. But ladies and gents...he looked like a cop from Frasier. He was not in shape, he still had acne, and he was rude to me the moment he came to the window. Not so much what he said, but his tone and body language was incredibly disrespectful.
"Hello, sir." (I have a thing with calling them sir. It sounds very nice and responsible, and it always makes the other people in the car have something to giggle about)
"The reason I pulled you over is because you didn't come to a complete stop at that stop sign back there."
"Oh." Really? I MEAN! *Ahem*
"Your license and insurance, please."
"Righto....here....lets see...*mutters....digs...*"
"And can I get and ID from everyone else in the vehicle, please."
I look up at everyone else and they kinda shrug and look confused, but reach for their ID's. I hand him mine, they hand him theirs.
"What were you kids doin at Island Park tonight? Messin around!??"
"We were using the bathroom...." *laughter in voice*
"Right." *in tone of utter disbelief*
He starts to leave and then suddenly points at Daniel accusingly "How old are you??"
"Umm...17."
"Ok then."
THEN he left. And we laughed long and hard. The sad thing is, we really were at Island Park to use the bathrooms. He took forever in his car, and another police officer showed up. We tried to decide why they needed two people. Came the conclusion that the first one couldn't figure out what to do with us. We really wanted Snow Cones, and we're waiting and waiting and waiting...and people are driving by that I know and I'm laughing because it looks like I was drunk....and waiting...we're all laughing...I start signing loudly...he comes back!
*extremely annoyed* "Gettin' a little restless?"
*giggles uncontrollably in her mind* "Sort of, sir."
"Can you be patient enough to get a warning?"
"Um..." How do I reply to that?
"The only reason I'm not giving you a ticket it because you all had your seat belts on except him *points angrily at Daniel*, and he's 16 so its his choice."
"Thank you."
"Here's your stuff." *he hands me the stuff...hhm....everyone's ID's are missing*
"Can they have their ID's back, sir?"
"*now he's really, really hacked off* Aren't they in that pile?" Righto. The pile. Of my insurance card and my license...I'm lookin....lookin hard...nope. "I'll get them." Gets them, comes back.
"I'm curious why you needed their ID's."
"Check em' for warrants."
"Uh hu..." *the mind laughter is so ready to break out at this point. Its time to end this oh-so- intriguing conversation about oh...right now.*
So we get out, get our stuff. The lady in line is like, shielding her son from us and asks "Were you all in that van?"
"Yup. Ran a stop sign."
"Two police cars for that? You'da think you done somethin' bad!" (which is officially my quote of the week).
Anyways. Hope you enjoyed that little story. Yesterday was definitely interesting...for more reasons than one.
Laters!
-Shell
2 comments:
hey! i beat your friend. she is not my assistant by the way. i havent seen a resume or anything.
cops are funny. im not a big fan though because i'm brown and muslim and according to you people [by you people, i mean white folk in the states] that makes me suspicious. even though, i dont have a turban, an acent, ill-will towards the states [well, i do but just the general ill-will i have towards everyone] and the fact that i'm from edmonton. so, yes, cops are assholes. the ones in the states anyway.
I'm not his assistant. I'm a free agent working for my own gain. That's it.
That. Is. Funny. Stuff. Why did they ask for all of the stuff?? Was he just trying to look for something to make a scene?
Oh, and sixth, it's not only brown muslims who get extra...security. My uncle is a christian orthodox monk and he wears the whole black robe and hat and he has a beard and long hair but he's as white as paper. He ALWAYS gets tons of extra screenings and stuff at airports. So...um...yah.
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