jonny290
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So, here I am, commuting home after a long day of work with my co-worker in the car.
"Hear my bird?" as I jokingly point to the right front shock tower. "Suspension's going south, chirps like a bird when I go straight." I do a couple of mild back-and-forth swerves on the road to show that it goes away when I am turning. "Huh, that's silly," comments my buddy, and we think nothing of it.
Ten seconds later, blue lights. Okay, now's my time. Fifteen years with no stops and no tickets, my number was up. I was being dumb on a public road, and deserve the ticket. Pull over and shut 'er down.
Nice lady cop comes up and says, "Sorry guys, we have an APB out for a black Camaro (I drive a dark red Nissan 240sx) and you're in the clear. Have a good night." I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead and drive my friend home.
"Man, I wish I would have heard that on the scanner, I could have heard them run my plates!" I say. "Yeah, hehe."
I drop my buddy off and for a lark, turn up my scanner.
"Be on the lookout for a black camaro.."
hey, that's 'me'!
"...driven by a Kent <lastname>, last seen in <my neighborhood>. Subject is depressed and has attempted to commit suicide by eating a gallon of Cool Whip. Poison Control has advised us that this may be fatal and has advised us to attempt to locate subject and get him to the hospital."
I literally could not drive for ten minutes for the tears of laughter streaming down my face.
So, keep your scanners on, boys and girls, because the next transmission you hear may be the funniest thing you have ever heard in your life.
And stay away from that Cool Whip.
"Hear my bird?" as I jokingly point to the right front shock tower. "Suspension's going south, chirps like a bird when I go straight." I do a couple of mild back-and-forth swerves on the road to show that it goes away when I am turning. "Huh, that's silly," comments my buddy, and we think nothing of it.
Ten seconds later, blue lights. Okay, now's my time. Fifteen years with no stops and no tickets, my number was up. I was being dumb on a public road, and deserve the ticket. Pull over and shut 'er down.
Nice lady cop comes up and says, "Sorry guys, we have an APB out for a black Camaro (I drive a dark red Nissan 240sx) and you're in the clear. Have a good night." I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead and drive my friend home.
"Man, I wish I would have heard that on the scanner, I could have heard them run my plates!" I say. "Yeah, hehe."
I drop my buddy off and for a lark, turn up my scanner.
"Be on the lookout for a black camaro.."
hey, that's 'me'!
"...driven by a Kent <lastname>, last seen in <my neighborhood>. Subject is depressed and has attempted to commit suicide by eating a gallon of Cool Whip. Poison Control has advised us that this may be fatal and has advised us to attempt to locate subject and get him to the hospital."
I literally could not drive for ten minutes for the tears of laughter streaming down my face.
So, keep your scanners on, boys and girls, because the next transmission you hear may be the funniest thing you have ever heard in your life.
And stay away from that Cool Whip.
