It's been awhile since I posted, been doing some long hours...
So I was on patrol the other day out in the country. I know a lot of the folks around there and had even gone to school with a few. There's also a couple I wouldn't trust with a unloaded potato gun, but I digress.
So I was going down the road, and about a mile in front of me, there is a car pulled off to the side of the road. So I get ready to make a stop and check on it when it suddenly takes off, spittin' gravel and dead grass everywhere. At about the same time, this pickup truck in the driveway of a house near this car does this wild 180 degree turn at speed almost taking off half of his front porch and/or a tree on the other side of the drive. The truck goes tearing off down the lane and whips around and starts following the car.
At this point, I have no idea what exactly is goin' on, so I'm speeding up to intercept. If nothing else I can pull over both for reckless driving. Less than a quarter mile down the road and the truck whips around and slids to a halt in front of the car. Some dude comes flying out, yelling and screaming, arms waving in the air, and heads straight to the driver door of the car.
I pull up and notice that it's a guy I know (wouldn't trust with a potato gun...) and he's hollering at this old lady. The conversation appartently ends without bloodshed and the guy returns to his vehicle after a few brief but curt words with me. I get a bit closer to the car and notice that the vehicle just reeks of mary jane. I wag my fingers at her as she tries hiding the joint in her hand and trying to dump out a bag at the same time. I figured she had glacouma or something anyhow, so let it go. I drove off determining to myself that I would avoid this road in the future, much like the local Denny's.
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Disclaimer: Pure fabrication.
So I was on patrol the other day out in the country. I know a lot of the folks around there and had even gone to school with a few. There's also a couple I wouldn't trust with a unloaded potato gun, but I digress.
So I was going down the road, and about a mile in front of me, there is a car pulled off to the side of the road. So I get ready to make a stop and check on it when it suddenly takes off, spittin' gravel and dead grass everywhere. At about the same time, this pickup truck in the driveway of a house near this car does this wild 180 degree turn at speed almost taking off half of his front porch and/or a tree on the other side of the drive. The truck goes tearing off down the lane and whips around and starts following the car.
At this point, I have no idea what exactly is goin' on, so I'm speeding up to intercept. If nothing else I can pull over both for reckless driving. Less than a quarter mile down the road and the truck whips around and slids to a halt in front of the car. Some dude comes flying out, yelling and screaming, arms waving in the air, and heads straight to the driver door of the car.
I pull up and notice that it's a guy I know (wouldn't trust with a potato gun...) and he's hollering at this old lady. The conversation appartently ends without bloodshed and the guy returns to his vehicle after a few brief but curt words with me. I get a bit closer to the car and notice that the vehicle just reeks of mary jane. I wag my fingers at her as she tries hiding the joint in her hand and trying to dump out a bag at the same time. I figured she had glacouma or something anyhow, so let it go. I drove off determining to myself that I would avoid this road in the future, much like the local Denny's.
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Disclaimer: Pure fabrication.
