Fun times..
Well... I owe everyone an explanation of -WHY- exactly I had the cops called on me Tuesday night. I'd like to say it was something that I did, drastic and ::waves his hands in front of him:: illegal... but... No.
I'm coming home from Dallas, visiting My mom, brother and Scott, and I decide that I might as well head to Dad's place and grab some stuff from there (My computer included). Bad idea.
Becca and I get outta the car, greet my dog Katie and walk inside. She's gotta pee so I start picking out the clothes I wanna bring back to Susie's with me.
I hear the screen door open.. and watch as the front door opens up.
OH! It's Pappy! That near scared me to death.
I smile big and say "Oh, hey there!"
My reply was hardly was I was expecting.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Getting some stuff from here that I left."
"No you're not! Get out!"
::Blinks:: "What?!"
"Out! Now!"
"What's the problem? I'm just getting my stuff?"
"Don't come marching in here talking to me."
"I'm just getting my stuff. I'll be out in a second."
"No you're not. Get outta here now. Or I'm calling the cops."
"The cops?!" ::Laughter ensues:: "Go right ahead. I can come in my own house and get my things."
I proceeded to head to the back and grab my computer and the bag of cords beside it.
"That's it! Get out!"
"Nope. I'm getting my stuff."
Pappy then heads out the door, and I continue to gather my things, we leave out the door and he stops us in the car before I put it in reverse.
"Wait here, Mr. Fred Holland is coming here and he needs to talk to you"
After a bit more arguing, the local police officer, Fred Holland, an old high school buddy of my father's and quite a nice guy, shows up to talk to me.. (And if Pappy got his way... Arrest me)
To shorten up the end of the story, Fred gets my grandparents to call my father (Whom wasn't informed that the cops were involved) and ask if I was allowed to go get my stuff from his house. He scoffed at the notion of them calling him for such a stupid reason and said "Of course." Fred let us head home and apologized.
I laughed the entire way. It was a trip. Weirdest night in quite a while.
Okay, I'm done ranting..
P.S.: Like my new icon?
I'm coming home from Dallas, visiting My mom, brother and Scott, and I decide that I might as well head to Dad's place and grab some stuff from there (My computer included). Bad idea.
Becca and I get outta the car, greet my dog Katie and walk inside. She's gotta pee so I start picking out the clothes I wanna bring back to Susie's with me.
I hear the screen door open.. and watch as the front door opens up.
OH! It's Pappy! That near scared me to death.
I smile big and say "Oh, hey there!"
My reply was hardly was I was expecting.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Getting some stuff from here that I left."
"No you're not! Get out!"
::Blinks:: "What?!"
"Out! Now!"
"What's the problem? I'm just getting my stuff?"
"Don't come marching in here talking to me."
"I'm just getting my stuff. I'll be out in a second."
"No you're not. Get outta here now. Or I'm calling the cops."
"The cops?!" ::Laughter ensues:: "Go right ahead. I can come in my own house and get my things."
I proceeded to head to the back and grab my computer and the bag of cords beside it.
"That's it! Get out!"
"Nope. I'm getting my stuff."
Pappy then heads out the door, and I continue to gather my things, we leave out the door and he stops us in the car before I put it in reverse.
"Wait here, Mr. Fred Holland is coming here and he needs to talk to you"
After a bit more arguing, the local police officer, Fred Holland, an old high school buddy of my father's and quite a nice guy, shows up to talk to me.. (And if Pappy got his way... Arrest me)
To shorten up the end of the story, Fred gets my grandparents to call my father (Whom wasn't informed that the cops were involved) and ask if I was allowed to go get my stuff from his house. He scoffed at the notion of them calling him for such a stupid reason and said "Of course." Fred let us head home and apologized.
I laughed the entire way. It was a trip. Weirdest night in quite a while.
Okay, I'm done ranting..
P.S.: Like my new icon?