So last nights post was a bit in a hurry. Too many things were going on and I just wanted to make sure that I had at least something posted in February.
Right now is a good time to consolidate my thoughts a bit since Chief is at the shop, Spaz is watching tv and Bubba is out running the streets with a home made taser he made out of a disposable digital camera.
Don’t ask. He found out how to do it on YouTube. He’s the last of my worries and am actually hoping he gets in trouble with it. Obviously, nothing me or his father is saying is getting through to him.
So I figure to give you the whole story, I’ll break it up into multiple posts. Easier that way.
January 8, 2009 was the day that completely flipped our lives. That morning, I had dropped my car off to get inspected and Charlie, the owner of the garage let me use his electric blue 2005 Mustang convertible for the day.
It was soooo sweet not being a soccer mom for the day!!
Anyway.. so I go to the shop after work so that I can drop off the ‘stang and pick up my mom-mobile. My plan was to just leave the car at the shop and walk the four blocks to our house so that I wouldn’t have to leave to pick Chief up. It was freezing that night and I didn’t want him walking home.
He suggested that he drive me home and since the kid he has working for him had stopped in to get his W2 form, Chief asked him if he could mind the store for the 4 minutes it took to drive me home and back.
NOTE: This little piece of information is important because Chief had not had the kid working since the week before because he couldn’t afford to pay him.
We get in the car… stop at the convenience store for coffee and make our way home. As we turned out of the convenience store and onto a side street a cop car puts it’s lights on and pulls me over.
My first thought was that I finally got busted for running a stop sign.. an inside joke between me and Chief and he immediately said, “.. it’s a good thing the car is legal, huh?”
An office came to my side of the car and his. They asked him if he was who he was and he said yes and they asked him to get out of the car.
That was the last time I would see him or talk to him for three days.
NOTE: Let me interject one thing here. Chief had made a good point. He said that when you’re doing something shady and the cops stop you, you kind of know why you’re being stopped. Seriously, we both thought it was because of a stop sign and were chuckling about it while the cops approached the car
The cop on my side asked me for my driver’s license and all that stuff but was more interested in the bottle of Tylenol I had in my handbag.
He then asked me to get out of the car which I did. I remember thinking that all this was a little extreme for running a stop sign but then again, this is a small borough and maybe they were bored.
Another cop comes up to me and says that they have a search warrant for my house. My IMMEDIATE thought was “What the HELL did Weed do now!”
He said that Chief had told him that there was nothing at the house and if there was, then I better tell them because if they find it then I would be arrested too.
I told them that it was obvious that Chief knew what they were talking about and if he said there wasn’t then there wasn’t.
He held up a little bag that Chief had had on him that contained about a button sized amount of marijuana. He said that Chief had it on him. So I said, “Ok?” .. like, what do you want me to say?
You have to understand that I was never in this situation before and because of all the cop shows I watch on television, my mind was reeling. What was going on? Why are they asking if there’s a fish tank in my house? I should have gone into Weed’s room. Did Chief, who is genetically predisposed to being a slob, leave anything out on the night table in the bedroom? What is legal and what wasn’t? I didn’t know. All I knew was that Chief wasn’t near me to give me any clue and I felt like if I said or did the wrong thing then things would be bad.
But again, at this point we still didn’t know it had anything to do with Chief. My concern was that I wouldn’t get HIM in trouble. At that point, I would have done anything, told them anything, given them anything if it would make Weed realize he wasn’t on the right path.
In the meantime, there is about 3 or 4 cops that are flashlight-ing my car. One sees a balled up piece of tinfoil and gets all excited about it. He asks me what it is and I tell him it was from a breakfast sandwich. He takes it.. opens it up and sure enough, bagel crumbs fall out. He shines the light some more and finds two or three more. I tell him that Chief makes me a sandwich in the morning and I eat it on the way to work. Now I’m mortified that my car looks like a homeless person sleeps in it.
Then they find what they THOUGHT was a film canister but I had to explain to them that it was actually the cap for a torque wrench. They mentioned something about having to wait for a female officer to search me and I tell them that it wouldn’t be necessary. That I would waive that if they wanted to search me because I didn’t have anything on me.
They said it wouldn’t be necessary and again asked me if there was anything in the house I wanted to tell them about… because, like.. yknow… YOU live there. I told them no.. and yes, I did understand that they could arrest me.
They tell me that they were going to escort me to the house and I tell them that I have two dogs… they bark a lot.. never bit anyone but what did they want me to do with them? The asked where who’s bedrooms were and then told me that they could be locked up in the bathroom.
So we drive the three blocks to my house. I know Bubba and Spaz are home. I know that I’m going to have to hold it together because it’s just me that’s going to have to handle this.. and them.
LIVING ME 101 