Jun 03, 2005 17:47
Last night, Ben, Evan and I decided to go dumpster diving to see what kind of treasures we could find. All was going great until we found a ratty Huffy bicycle next to a dumpster. We proceeded to pull it alongside Evan's car while he drove it 30 mph through an empty parking lot, and it worked great! Unfortunately, we weren't the only bored ones around; a couple of cops patrolling the area saw us and pulled us over (after we obviously tried to run away in Evan's car). They didn't ticket us, but they were a couple of piles of steaming, fetid shit with their behavior. The tall skinny cop gave us a little tirade about our negligent driving habits (which they were), and the short fat cop decided to fuck with us and say we were going to get about $400 each in fines for littering and bad driving. Then, when the tall fucker found out I was an MIT student--and this is why I hate this guy with all my soul--he decided to make himself feel better by saying, in a matter-of-fact voice, "were you aware that there's little correlation between the quality of the school you go to and how successful you are, you know that?" He reiterated it a couple of times, trying to forget that he either didn't go to school, went to a shitty school, studied communications or some other bullshit major, or went to a police academy and threw away his chances of success. That's ok, because today and for every day of his life until he's 65, that man will be pulling over irate single mothers, telling people to stop having fun, and talking to apathetic middle school students about drug use. Oh, and we didn't get fined at all.
also, the whole pulling things alongside your car and letting go works much better with shopping carts.