Well, that's not entirely true. We had a pretty amazing thing happen yesterday. Tom and I were making a stop at the handy dandy Walmart to pick up some ice cream for a certain pregnant lady who really likes ice cream. As we were leaving the store, we watched (in horror) as this ginormous red truck smashed into this parked car.
Luckily, it was not our car. We eyed the situation, hoping that nobody was hurt, when the red truck backed up and smashed into the car. Again. And then a third time. Finally, the truck peeled away. We looked around in disbelief, wondering if ANYONE else just saw what we witnessed. Apparently, 1:45 in the afternoon is not a popular time of day for the parking lot of Walmart.
We felt compelled to do something. We didn't get a view of the licence plate of the truck, so we did the next best thing. We ran into our car and sped off to find the truck and get a number.
Bad idea.
For starters, the truck had a major head start on us. On top of that, we don't do the whole "speeding" thing too well. So we just sort of guessed where the truck went. After about five minutes we figured we had little hope of being the heroes of the day (which is pretty sad because, if you know us, we like being heroes.)
However, we were stopped at a red light when WHAM BAM! We saw the truck leaving a Wendy's.
SCORE!
Oh, the chase. was. on. We put on our best sneaky stalker faces, and tried to get close enough to see the license plate. Luckily, this truck was pretty one-of-a-kind between its enormous size, ridiculous hubcaps, and less-than-tasteful rear view mirror decor.
We got closer, and closer, and closer, and YES! Victory! I grabbed the pen nearby (always good to be prepared) and scribbled down the number on a napkin. We got away from the truck (to keep suspicion low) and called the police.
Dear blog reader, if you actually know me, you know a real life super hero. The police thanked us for the information, and we went on with the rest of our day feeling pretty proud of what we had accomplished.
That is until my phone rang a few moments later.
It was the police. At first I figured they needed to clarify some information... Yeah, not so much. The officer on the other line called to inform us that an "anonymous" caller had just given our license plate number to them. They told us we needed to come in for questioning or else they would put out a warrant for our arrest. They hang up before I could do anything (which, I was pretty much in a state of disbelief and didn't say much anyway.)
I looked down at the napkin in my lap, and then I quickly pulled out my car registration. (Yeah, I should know my own plate number but I don't, okay.) Oh boy... either the truck had stolen my car's identity, or else I had written the number wrong. I totally gave the cops MY LICENSE PLATE NUMBER!
And that's why Tom and I spent a night in jail. Apparently we didn't do a very good job telling them of the mistake.
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Okay, so none of that happened. Even the part about buying ice cream was made up (which is sad, because I really could go for some ice cream.) I really just don't want to clean right now. Maybe I'll work on being more interesting so I don't have to make up lies.
Hopefully, if you actually read this entire post, it kept you from doing something you should be doing but don't want to do as well. If not, I'm really sorry for wasting your time.
love always,
Robin
6 comments:
BEST made up story of the day, hands down!!!
OK, seriously? Awesome. You totally had me going! (The superhero capes should have tipped me off... but didn't :o) Love this post. And let's go get ice cream. I'm not preggers, but I crave it all the time anyway :o)
Wow! well you sure made curtis laugh while he was trying to get rid of some pain. :o)
Hahahah! Thanks for the laugh Robin, I needed it!
best. story. evar.
i miss you.
You had me going till the truck rammed into the car the second time -- but then I started thinking of Fried Green Tomatoes. You kept me from grading papers. :) Thanks.
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