Deceitful Ham Salad
The trampoline: child's play-thing or vicious backyard killer? You be the judge.
So the other night Dave, Jim, this crazy girl and I partook in a midnight trampoline adventure at P's. The thing is, he and his family were in Florida. So anyway, we're jump-lumpin around and all of a sudden we spotted a mysterious man with a flashlight walking towards us from the woods. Scared shitless, we scrambled off the jumpamatron and ran for my car. Just as I put the key in the ignition the flashlight appeared right next to the passenger window. Dave yells "Fucking drive!" (profanity added for effect) and in the confusion, the man at my window flashed his badge. Turns out it was a cop. Long story shortened, the neighbors thought we were trespassing, and did what any outstanding citizen would do: make someone else handle it. That's my second brush with the law in which I wasn't doing anything illegal. I can only hope that next time I'll be just as lucky. I'm Mike Balogh. Good night.