- 7 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011
So I almost got arrested last night.
It’s kind of a funny story, actually. First of all, Fiance took me on the cutest date ever. We’re coming up on our 4 year dating anniversary this week, so he recreated our first date last night. We grabbed a pizza (sat in the same booth!) and then went bowling (I kicked his ass in the 3rd string ). We even got a pair of cream sodas at the bowling alley just like we did four years ago. You know, the retro ones that look like this:
Very important detail of my story, hence the picture 😉
Anywho, after our cute date we were driving on our way home (around 10pm) and coming up at the next intersection was all the signs for the auditorium/event center in FI’s hometown. He mentioned that during April school vacation, the circus usually comes to town there. As soon as he said it, I was all like *GASP* I WANNA GO TO THE CIRCUS!!
We decided to take the turn down the street and see if there were any dates posted or a flyer saying all the details of the circus, because little old me who is absolutely terrified of clowns and allergic to just about every animal on earth was obsessed at the moment with going to the circus.
So we start our journey down this neverending street that is straight out of a Stephen King novel. Legit scary as hell. It was very industrial (AKA no one had any reason to be on it at 10pm in a little town) and heavily wooded. I probably locked my doors about 10 times, just to be sure.
So all of the sudden I notice that a car had followed us down the street. S-K-E-T-C-H-Y. Fiance was driving my car so of course I had no control of the situation. It was a seriously long street and the guy was totally following us, swerving left and right behind us (not drunkenly, and not trying to pass us, pretty much just to freak us out). It was a normal looking car just like mine but older, so I was TOTALLY freaked out. At this point I start yelling and freaking out at Fiance to turn the F*** around and get me outta here because I am about to be some serial killer’s dinner.
We finally get to the end of the street which ends in a culdesac parking lot of the auditorium, so we pull in, AND THE CAR FOLLOWS US IN. WTF. We pull the fastest U-turn ever in the parking lot and get the F outta there.
It didn’t follow us out, so I start to relax a little. Until blue flashing lights and sirens light up all around us. GRRRREEEAT. Now, I’ve never been in trouble in my life, and certainly have never been pulled over, so I’m shaking in my boots and I’m mentally going over what we possibly could’ve done. It’s not illegal to pull in and out of a parking lot, right?
So Mr. “I follow cars down dark streets to freak them out” pulls up next to the cop car, and they both get out. Undercover cop, much!?! And a 3rd cruiser pulls up to the scene. Backup! Oh great. Now I’m thinking that Fiance must’ve murdered someone and has a body in the trunk that I don’t know about.
One of the cops comes up to the window and the following conversation ensues:
Cop: Hey guys.
Cops: What are you guys doing down here?
Fiance: Well, it’s kind of a funny story actually. (Isn’t that like the ONE thing you should never say to a cop?!?!) We know the circus is coming in a few weeks and just wanted to see if there was a flyer or anything up at the auditorium with the dates on it.
Cop: (shining his flashlight to our cupholders)
Is that a couple of beers?
Me: No, no, sir, it’s just cream soda! (Think Rose in the Titanic when Jack is about to drown/die, No! No Jack!) No, no, sir, it’s just cream soda! (It makes it even funnier that Fiance and I don’t drink and would be the LAST people in the world to get pulled over for drinking & driving)
Cop: (speaking to FI) Well, I’m not too concerned with you, sir. (shines his flashlight to me and I about pee my pants) This may sound like a stupid question, ma’am, but have you been in this car the whole time?
Me: Yes…. (thinking I’m now getting picked up for prostitution, ha!)
Cop: Do you have an ID on you?
Me: (whimpering): Yup… (as I proceed to dig through my huge tote bag I had with me for my wristlet, and of course my license is about 50 freakin cards in, so I hand it over)
Cop: (looks at it then turns to the other 2 cops who are like standing behind their doors ready to draw their guns (WTF!!) and does the “Kill It” hand signal… this one:
(BAHAHA @ picture)
Cop: You guys are all set. The reason we pulled you over is because the state police are looking for someone who got in a car accident and killed the person on impact and fled the scene on foot. We thought you were getting picked up in the parking lot and were her, because this is the direction she fled in.
Me: (rather loudly and dramatic) BUT I JUST WANTED TO GO TO THE CIRCUS!!!!!
So he let us go, and of course the second we pull away I burst into tears and FI’s all like “HAHA you were goin to the SLAMMER!!!!”
Today I’m looking back and laughing hysterically about it all, because it made me feel like we were still stupid teenagers in love getting into trouble. It makes me smile 🙂 Throughout all this stress of wedding planning I think we lost a little bit of that, and I’m glad we were reminded why we’re doing this whole thing about 1 month before our wedding.
Anybody else ever had situations that reminded them of that?