Parrott Had their prom this past week as well. I went up to the beach as a DD for my boy, who was trying to meet some girls; who, at those houses, were practically handed to you in a goody bag upon entering. Worse turns to worse, and I end up driving some drunk marine's tanked out truck to the store to buy some cigarettes. We'll call my passenger "Buddy", as that was a term he was pretty fond of.
"I've never been pulled over before. Two years and counting", I tell him. A fact I was really proud of at the time. Two minutes later, I'm sitting in a gas station parking lot, pulled over, with blue lights in my rear-view.
Kane: "What do I tell him? What did I do?"
Buddy: "I don't know dude, just tell him what he asks."
*Cop walks up to the window, flashlight in hand and skeptical look on his face*
Pig: "You boys been drinkin' tonight?"
Kane: "Nah, I'm actually a DD for the night."
Buddy: "I'm drunk and there is a shotgun in the back of this here truck."
There is no way I can describe the look that came over my face when I heard Buddy say that to the cop.
Pig: "Excuse me young man?"
Buddy: "I have a gun in the back of the car. It's unloaded and I ain't tryin' to get no concealed weapon ticket."
Suprisingly, him clearing that up and being so honest with the cop got him off our back. Cop pulled me out of the car, told me that I was one of the worst truck drivers I had ever seen, informed me that turning lanes an dividing lines are not just there to make the road pretty, breathylized me, attempted to get me to tell him where the party was, and sent me on my way. He didn't even give Buddy a ticket for underage drinking!