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Holy flying crapfuk!
So after a waaay-too-late discussion after figuring out what I wanna post for Halloween's C/Z fun--which, btw, had me cowering from the windows and scaring me totes lol--I go to bed, feeling squirmy and squeamish. I start thinking of HAPPY THINGS, and anytime I had scaries start to sneak in, I'd think of the bumper from 'Saved By the Bell' after every scary moment.
"OH MY GOD ZEKE! LOOK!" *sax lick, du-du-duuuu-dun!*
So I'm juuuust settling into the idea of sleep when
scrrrRRRREEEEEEE-BOOM!! At first I thought a transformer blew, but then realized transformers don't make the sound of squealing tires. "WTF was THAT??" I yell to Pan.
"I dunno!"
I get outta bed and book it, thinking our park's mailboxes bit it and someone's lying dead in the highway. A neighbor from the other side's running out too, and I see the mailboxes are intact. Then came the skid-marks on the road, into the lawn leading to the house next door to us, who just HAPPENS to be my new co-worker as well. So NOW I'm panicking that a car's in her living room, when the neighbor says, "My phone's not working!" we hop past the bushes and there, lying on its side with the wipers going and lights still on is, well, a car. Not in the worst shape but NOOOOW it's "OMG ARE THEY OKAY!?"
Now past the bushes, we find a young man just crawled out through the sunroof.
"Hey..."
"Are you okay?!"
"Nope, I'm fine! Hey, can you guys help me push my car back?"
OH HAI DRUNK ASSHOLE TRYING TO GET AWAY BEFORE THE COPS SHOW UP! Neighbor says, "That'd kill my back," while *I* say, "Um no, no, no, no one's touching that car, dude." MORE park-people are coming out; I call out the need for 911, but Pan's rushing out already on his phone.
THEN (so many 'now's and 'then's) the woman across the street, who just HAPPENS to be my old friend from high school's mom, comes over. "He took out my mailbox!" and sure enough, it's splintered into a million pieces. Five cop cars show up and of course, we watched the drama unfold. Co-workers dad comes out and tells me that his mom-in-law's car was usually parked in the spot where he'd landed. One cop goes out to the other side where the busted mailbox is, trailing the tire marks, etc. Then I see YET ANOTHER FAMILIAR FACE, who turns out to be my OTHER co-worker B's friend.
If this isn't weird enough, I look over to where the cops are roaming around the yard and see this giant green orb in the sky. "What the..." I said as it disappeared, then figure it was one of the po-po's flashlights.
"HOLY--DID YOU SEE THAT METEOR?!" the cop yells from across the street. I mean, guys, this thing was about the size of the moon, I shit thee not. "IT WAS?!" I yell, and he says, "YEA! Right over the house!"
After that amazing event, we go on to watch the sobriety test, which the idiot fails miserably. I guess he'd told the neighbor I'd run out with that he'd talked with him, and he said he'd lost his license a while ago. So on top of drunk-driving, we have driving without a license (gee, wonder how the douchebag lost it in the FIRST PLACE) and we watch him get cuffed.
Guys. This is one of the weirdest, most surreal nights I've ever had. Ever.
So after a waaay-too-late discussion after figuring out what I wanna post for Halloween's C/Z fun--which, btw, had me cowering from the windows and scaring me totes lol--I go to bed, feeling squirmy and squeamish. I start thinking of HAPPY THINGS, and anytime I had scaries start to sneak in, I'd think of the bumper from 'Saved By the Bell' after every scary moment.
"OH MY GOD ZEKE! LOOK!" *sax lick, du-du-duuuu-dun!*
So I'm juuuust settling into the idea of sleep when
scrrrRRRREEEEEEE-BOOM!! At first I thought a transformer blew, but then realized transformers don't make the sound of squealing tires. "WTF was THAT??" I yell to Pan.
"I dunno!"
I get outta bed and book it, thinking our park's mailboxes bit it and someone's lying dead in the highway. A neighbor from the other side's running out too, and I see the mailboxes are intact. Then came the skid-marks on the road, into the lawn leading to the house next door to us, who just HAPPENS to be my new co-worker as well. So NOW I'm panicking that a car's in her living room, when the neighbor says, "My phone's not working!" we hop past the bushes and there, lying on its side with the wipers going and lights still on is, well, a car. Not in the worst shape but NOOOOW it's "OMG ARE THEY OKAY!?"
Now past the bushes, we find a young man just crawled out through the sunroof.
"Hey..."
"Are you okay?!"
"Nope, I'm fine! Hey, can you guys help me push my car back?"
OH HAI DRUNK ASSHOLE TRYING TO GET AWAY BEFORE THE COPS SHOW UP! Neighbor says, "That'd kill my back," while *I* say, "Um no, no, no, no one's touching that car, dude." MORE park-people are coming out; I call out the need for 911, but Pan's rushing out already on his phone.
THEN (so many 'now's and 'then's) the woman across the street, who just HAPPENS to be my old friend from high school's mom, comes over. "He took out my mailbox!" and sure enough, it's splintered into a million pieces. Five cop cars show up and of course, we watched the drama unfold. Co-workers dad comes out and tells me that his mom-in-law's car was usually parked in the spot where he'd landed. One cop goes out to the other side where the busted mailbox is, trailing the tire marks, etc. Then I see YET ANOTHER FAMILIAR FACE, who turns out to be my OTHER co-worker B's friend.
If this isn't weird enough, I look over to where the cops are roaming around the yard and see this giant green orb in the sky. "What the..." I said as it disappeared, then figure it was one of the po-po's flashlights.
"HOLY--DID YOU SEE THAT METEOR?!" the cop yells from across the street. I mean, guys, this thing was about the size of the moon, I shit thee not. "IT WAS?!" I yell, and he says, "YEA! Right over the house!"
After that amazing event, we go on to watch the sobriety test, which the idiot fails miserably. I guess he'd told the neighbor I'd run out with that he'd talked with him, and he said he'd lost his license a while ago. So on top of drunk-driving, we have driving without a license (gee, wonder how the douchebag lost it in the FIRST PLACE) and we watch him get cuffed.
Guys. This is one of the weirdest, most surreal nights I've ever had. Ever.