Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do
Journal: May 3rd, 12:55 am
"You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus" - Mark Twain
Crap... I just realized that I forgot to watch the continuation of a CSI episode that I watched last night. I hate that. There's nothing worse than spending 1 hr of your life watching a T.V show (especially when its not one you follow on a regular basis) only to find out its to 'be continued' the next day or week. 9 times out of 10 I end up missing it and end up with yet another segment of my life left incomplete. I guess that's just the way things go.
I should of guessed this was going to be one of those days right from the moment I woke up, or rather when I was awoken. My friend Tera had been calling pretty steady since around 10 am. I didn't actually wake up and answer it, but I know it was her just from the persistence of the calls. The caller would hang up the before the machine answered and would immediately call back again. Thankfully she gave up after the 3 rd try, that was until about 10:30, 11:15, 11:45 and finally 1 pm at which point I rolled out of bed and just answered 'hey Tera, what's up?', to which I was greeted with a 'get your lazy ass out of bed and come over for a visit'. Tera can be pretty persistent sometimes and very demanding. We used to date, but settled for being best friends, well that was up until about 6 or 7 months ago when we started to butt heads. Really all that means is that I grew a set of balls and started saying no too often for her liking.
In this case it wasn't worth putting up a struggle. I'm off work and didn't have to be anywhere. Besides, it was quite awhile since we had hung out anyways. I managed to negotiate enough time to have a quick shower before leaving.
I took a look at the answering machine and wiped out the 7 messages she left, most of which were probably blank, as she was in a habit of doing.
I couldn't believe that it was 1 pm already. A month earlier I would of only been 2 hrs away from finishing on 8 hr shift at work. I remember thinking 'I have to stop going to sleep so late', which is a funny thought since it was 6:30 am that I had fallen asleep... so I guess that could be considered early depending on your perspective. To be honest my body seems to be most
comfortable going to sleep in the morning and waking up early afternoon, even though I've never worked that kind of a shift before, well except for the 1 1/2 yrs I was a bartender.
Anyways I'm rambling. During my shower I was thinking about some other small tasks that I needed to accomplish after I visited Tera. Pick-up the mail at the post office, pick-up paperwork from the doctors office, pop, toothpaste and soap from the drugstore, a bit of cash from the ATM. As I was getting out of my 2 min shower I thought 'screw it' I'll do that stuff before I visit her, let her Highness wait until I'm done.
Feeling a new sense of empowerment I got dressed, grabbed my sunglasses, keys and wallet and headed outside. I jumped into my Jeep and mentally plotted out the best route to take to avoid police interaction. You see my Jeep is 18 yrs old and I've owned it for 3 yrs now but I've never put a lot of effort into getting it to pass emissions and plated. Actually that's a pile of crap and almost as far from the truth as possible, but its a long and tedious story that can be saved for later. The bottom line is that my Jeep isn't platted and my 10 day temporary permit is now 5 days expired. To make matters worse I had already been busted once the previous month for having an expired temp permit, which means that they would throw the book at me if I was to be pulled over a second time for the same offense, and that's something I'd rather avoid today.
So with my root mapped out in my head I set off, careful to signal and drive the speed limit. My first stop was the post office and it was in site and the road ahead was police free, until I saw a cruiser sitting in the parking lot of the post office as I was pulling in. The cop glanced up at me as I parked. I turned off the ignition, pulled the keys out and hopped out of the Jeep. I casually glanced over at the cop only to find he was looking at me already. I was happy that I was wearing sun glasses as to avoid direct eye contact. I walked slowly, but with purpose into the post office. Once inside and out of sight of the cop I let out a sigh of relief and checked my mail box. I had a lot of mail for only 3 days and I noticed a card from the post office indicating that I had a parcel waiting to be picked up. Cool, I love surprises. Besides it allowed some extra time to pass in order to give the cop a chance to leave.
I waited in line for about 10 mins before being greeted by an overly friendly Canada post employee. After exchanging pleasantries she set off to retrieve my package. She returned shortly with package and my excitement turned to frustration. I immediately recognized the package due to its size and shape. It was from the SFBC (Science Fiction Book Club) which I belonged to, and since I hadn't ordered anything it could only mean one thing; that I had neglected to decline this month's featured selection and would have to return the package back to them. Not wanting to deal with this at the present moment I left the post office to continue on with my list of stops only to find that the cruiser was still parked outside and the cop was watching me walk down the front steps. Thinking quickly I decided to sit down on the last step and proceeded to organize my mail and continued by opening the first letter. It was from the local college where I was considering taking a few classes on web design. With my sunglasses on I was able to pretend to read it while I quickly glanced around and planned my next course of action. My first instinct was too get up and bolt for it, but almost as fast as the thought popped into my head I laughed out loud of the idea of my running from the police like some red neck on 'Cops' only to be chased down, knocked to the ground and hauled into the station for questioning. I'd be in one of those small interrogation rooms with the 2 way glass being asked questions like; 'why did you run?', 'what were you running from?', ' I don't think your telling us the whole truth, what were you really running from?". Its amazing the thoughts and images that can pour through your head in a matter of seconds. Suddenly I snapped back into consciousness, it was starting to rain. Who sits outside the post office in a t-shirt on a cool day, when its starting to rain and reads their mail? The answer, no one, except a guy avoiding getting in his vehicle because he's guilty of something. So I slowly rose up, casually tossed some of my junk mail into the recycling container at the top of the stairs and proceeded back to my Jeep. Once inside my Jeep I quickly glanced in my side mirror to see if the cop was still sitting there, which he was.
I quickly considered my options. One, drive away and wait for him to follow. Two, open and read all my mail and hope for him to get impatient and leave. Or 3 get out and just walk to Tera's place that was just down the street. After a few seconds I figured I'd go with option #2 and wait it out. Besides I could always follow up with the 1st or 3rd option at any time.
To pass the time and in an attempt to look like I was occupied I opened and read all my mail, reminding myself to remain calm and to try not to draw attention to myself. Every few minutes I would lean forward to put a piece of mail on the dashboard and sneak a peek in the side view mirror to see if the cop was still there. It was a good thing I'd received a lot of mail, but even still I was quickly running out of reading material. Over 20 mins had now passed and I was almost out of ideas. My stomach was churning something furious and I was considering option #3 when there was movement at the cruiser. The door opened and the officer stepped out of his car with his notebook and a ticket book open. He wrote something in the book and started to walk over towards my vehicle.
I couldn't believe it. Surely I had to be actually driving my vehicle for him to give me a ticket. I was just about to ho out and plead my case when I realized that the officer was already passing my Jeep. He stopped two vehicles over where another man was standing by his vehicle that appeared to have some damage to the side view mirror. The officer took a closer look at the damage and it dawned on me that this whole time he had been filling out an accident report and I'd worried for no reason at all.
I quickly started my Jeep and left the parking lot in a hurry and considered myself lucky. In the end I headed over to Tera's without finishing my other tasks. The whole post office fiasco had taken entirely far too long and arriving any later at Tera's would only irate her Highness even more.
So much for feeling empowered.
"You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus" - Mark Twain
Crap... I just realized that I forgot to watch the continuation of a CSI episode that I watched last night. I hate that. There's nothing worse than spending 1 hr of your life watching a T.V show (especially when its not one you follow on a regular basis) only to find out its to 'be continued' the next day or week. 9 times out of 10 I end up missing it and end up with yet another segment of my life left incomplete. I guess that's just the way things go.
I should of guessed this was going to be one of those days right from the moment I woke up, or rather when I was awoken. My friend Tera had been calling pretty steady since around 10 am. I didn't actually wake up and answer it, but I know it was her just from the persistence of the calls. The caller would hang up the before the machine answered and would immediately call back again. Thankfully she gave up after the 3 rd try, that was until about 10:30, 11:15, 11:45 and finally 1 pm at which point I rolled out of bed and just answered 'hey Tera, what's up?', to which I was greeted with a 'get your lazy ass out of bed and come over for a visit'. Tera can be pretty persistent sometimes and very demanding. We used to date, but settled for being best friends, well that was up until about 6 or 7 months ago when we started to butt heads. Really all that means is that I grew a set of balls and started saying no too often for her liking.
In this case it wasn't worth putting up a struggle. I'm off work and didn't have to be anywhere. Besides, it was quite awhile since we had hung out anyways. I managed to negotiate enough time to have a quick shower before leaving.
I took a look at the answering machine and wiped out the 7 messages she left, most of which were probably blank, as she was in a habit of doing.
I couldn't believe that it was 1 pm already. A month earlier I would of only been 2 hrs away from finishing on 8 hr shift at work. I remember thinking 'I have to stop going to sleep so late', which is a funny thought since it was 6:30 am that I had fallen asleep... so I guess that could be considered early depending on your perspective. To be honest my body seems to be most
comfortable going to sleep in the morning and waking up early afternoon, even though I've never worked that kind of a shift before, well except for the 1 1/2 yrs I was a bartender.
Anyways I'm rambling. During my shower I was thinking about some other small tasks that I needed to accomplish after I visited Tera. Pick-up the mail at the post office, pick-up paperwork from the doctors office, pop, toothpaste and soap from the drugstore, a bit of cash from the ATM. As I was getting out of my 2 min shower I thought 'screw it' I'll do that stuff before I visit her, let her Highness wait until I'm done.
Feeling a new sense of empowerment I got dressed, grabbed my sunglasses, keys and wallet and headed outside. I jumped into my Jeep and mentally plotted out the best route to take to avoid police interaction. You see my Jeep is 18 yrs old and I've owned it for 3 yrs now but I've never put a lot of effort into getting it to pass emissions and plated. Actually that's a pile of crap and almost as far from the truth as possible, but its a long and tedious story that can be saved for later. The bottom line is that my Jeep isn't platted and my 10 day temporary permit is now 5 days expired. To make matters worse I had already been busted once the previous month for having an expired temp permit, which means that they would throw the book at me if I was to be pulled over a second time for the same offense, and that's something I'd rather avoid today.
So with my root mapped out in my head I set off, careful to signal and drive the speed limit. My first stop was the post office and it was in site and the road ahead was police free, until I saw a cruiser sitting in the parking lot of the post office as I was pulling in. The cop glanced up at me as I parked. I turned off the ignition, pulled the keys out and hopped out of the Jeep. I casually glanced over at the cop only to find he was looking at me already. I was happy that I was wearing sun glasses as to avoid direct eye contact. I walked slowly, but with purpose into the post office. Once inside and out of sight of the cop I let out a sigh of relief and checked my mail box. I had a lot of mail for only 3 days and I noticed a card from the post office indicating that I had a parcel waiting to be picked up. Cool, I love surprises. Besides it allowed some extra time to pass in order to give the cop a chance to leave.
I waited in line for about 10 mins before being greeted by an overly friendly Canada post employee. After exchanging pleasantries she set off to retrieve my package. She returned shortly with package and my excitement turned to frustration. I immediately recognized the package due to its size and shape. It was from the SFBC (Science Fiction Book Club) which I belonged to, and since I hadn't ordered anything it could only mean one thing; that I had neglected to decline this month's featured selection and would have to return the package back to them. Not wanting to deal with this at the present moment I left the post office to continue on with my list of stops only to find that the cruiser was still parked outside and the cop was watching me walk down the front steps. Thinking quickly I decided to sit down on the last step and proceeded to organize my mail and continued by opening the first letter. It was from the local college where I was considering taking a few classes on web design. With my sunglasses on I was able to pretend to read it while I quickly glanced around and planned my next course of action. My first instinct was too get up and bolt for it, but almost as fast as the thought popped into my head I laughed out loud of the idea of my running from the police like some red neck on 'Cops' only to be chased down, knocked to the ground and hauled into the station for questioning. I'd be in one of those small interrogation rooms with the 2 way glass being asked questions like; 'why did you run?', 'what were you running from?', ' I don't think your telling us the whole truth, what were you really running from?". Its amazing the thoughts and images that can pour through your head in a matter of seconds. Suddenly I snapped back into consciousness, it was starting to rain. Who sits outside the post office in a t-shirt on a cool day, when its starting to rain and reads their mail? The answer, no one, except a guy avoiding getting in his vehicle because he's guilty of something. So I slowly rose up, casually tossed some of my junk mail into the recycling container at the top of the stairs and proceeded back to my Jeep. Once inside my Jeep I quickly glanced in my side mirror to see if the cop was still sitting there, which he was.
I quickly considered my options. One, drive away and wait for him to follow. Two, open and read all my mail and hope for him to get impatient and leave. Or 3 get out and just walk to Tera's place that was just down the street. After a few seconds I figured I'd go with option #2 and wait it out. Besides I could always follow up with the 1st or 3rd option at any time.
To pass the time and in an attempt to look like I was occupied I opened and read all my mail, reminding myself to remain calm and to try not to draw attention to myself. Every few minutes I would lean forward to put a piece of mail on the dashboard and sneak a peek in the side view mirror to see if the cop was still there. It was a good thing I'd received a lot of mail, but even still I was quickly running out of reading material. Over 20 mins had now passed and I was almost out of ideas. My stomach was churning something furious and I was considering option #3 when there was movement at the cruiser. The door opened and the officer stepped out of his car with his notebook and a ticket book open. He wrote something in the book and started to walk over towards my vehicle.
I couldn't believe it. Surely I had to be actually driving my vehicle for him to give me a ticket. I was just about to ho out and plead my case when I realized that the officer was already passing my Jeep. He stopped two vehicles over where another man was standing by his vehicle that appeared to have some damage to the side view mirror. The officer took a closer look at the damage and it dawned on me that this whole time he had been filling out an accident report and I'd worried for no reason at all.
I quickly started my Jeep and left the parking lot in a hurry and considered myself lucky. In the end I headed over to Tera's without finishing my other tasks. The whole post office fiasco had taken entirely far too long and arriving any later at Tera's would only irate her Highness even more.
So much for feeling empowered.
posted by BornSquishy at 5:25 a.m.
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