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Mike and I got the cops called on us today.
We were supposed to go to this apartment complex and pick up this Mercedes Benz for Michael's mom's boyfriend. One of his clients gave it to him.
It had clearly been sitting there for a while. Using the keyless entry button is the only way to open it, and since the battery of the car and the clicker were both dead/low, it wouldn't work, so we struggled with it for about 10 minutes.
Out of nowhere, some nosy bitch on a balcony decides that we must be trying to steal this 1989 Mercedes 420 SEL-something. (Yeah, 420. Everything about the car's friggin' awesome. I hope Mikey gets it.)
She yells down to us "Do you boys have the keys? Is that your car? Where are the papers? I know the history of that car. There's been a lot of vandalism here lately. You kids broke into my apartment a few weeks ago. I'm just gonna call the cops."
Michael tries to explain that it's his mom's boyfriend's clients brother whose dead's car and we are authorized to get it, but that sounded sketchy albeit the exact truth.
So she calls the cops... And Michael and I have no choice but to wait for them and explain, otherwise we might actually get busted and have to explain an even more complicated story to a lot more policemen.
The coppers roll up about 10 minutes later. Once they see we're two fairly clean cut upper-middle class white boys and we HAVE THE FUCKING KEYS they laugh at the lady and type in Michael's info and wait for his dad. His dad comes about 10 minutes later, and hands the cops his business card. They check things out a bit, and leave.
Turns out the battery was dead. We tried to jump it, but that just made the alarm malfunction, so it blared for about 10 minutes. What were they gonna do about it, though? Call the cops... again?
We ended up not getting the car, but it's a pretty fucking awesome ride. Longer than my car, just as wide. Clearly built like a tank. Complete blue interior. Blue leather seats AND a blue carpeted dash. Tinted windows. With some rims and a system, it might actually be pretty gangster.
We were supposed to go to this apartment complex and pick up this Mercedes Benz for Michael's mom's boyfriend. One of his clients gave it to him.
It had clearly been sitting there for a while. Using the keyless entry button is the only way to open it, and since the battery of the car and the clicker were both dead/low, it wouldn't work, so we struggled with it for about 10 minutes.
Out of nowhere, some nosy bitch on a balcony decides that we must be trying to steal this 1989 Mercedes 420 SEL-something. (Yeah, 420. Everything about the car's friggin' awesome. I hope Mikey gets it.)
She yells down to us "Do you boys have the keys? Is that your car? Where are the papers? I know the history of that car. There's been a lot of vandalism here lately. You kids broke into my apartment a few weeks ago. I'm just gonna call the cops."
Michael tries to explain that it's his mom's boyfriend's clients brother whose dead's car and we are authorized to get it, but that sounded sketchy albeit the exact truth.
So she calls the cops... And Michael and I have no choice but to wait for them and explain, otherwise we might actually get busted and have to explain an even more complicated story to a lot more policemen.
The coppers roll up about 10 minutes later. Once they see we're two fairly clean cut upper-middle class white boys and we HAVE THE FUCKING KEYS they laugh at the lady and type in Michael's info and wait for his dad. His dad comes about 10 minutes later, and hands the cops his business card. They check things out a bit, and leave.
Turns out the battery was dead. We tried to jump it, but that just made the alarm malfunction, so it blared for about 10 minutes. What were they gonna do about it, though? Call the cops... again?
We ended up not getting the car, but it's a pretty fucking awesome ride. Longer than my car, just as wide. Clearly built like a tank. Complete blue interior. Blue leather seats AND a blue carpeted dash. Tinted windows. With some rims and a system, it might actually be pretty gangster.