This is a new one for me - I'm dating a felon. Not just that, I'm being courted by a felon! Who knew this would be the path that my life would take? I'm shocked, simply shocked.
It goes like this - he finds himself 10 miles away from the repair shop with a clarinet case in tow and it's raining. The weather is terrible. What to do, what to do? He can't exactly drive .... walking is the only option presenting itself. But it's raining! Solution? A garbage bag. Yep, my man finds himself walking down the highway covered in a trash bag and looking very much like a hobo. The police tend to be suspicious of hobos .... the sheriff who pulled up in front of him was typical in that area. Mr. Sheriff proceeded to pat Nate down, part him from his clarinet and place him in the back of a squad car.
What a day, what a day. At least the ending is happy. He's finally on his way home. Finally. Now if only that journey was reversed.
(Edit - I'm told I need to explain better so I shall, even at risk of ruining my story. The car had to be taken to the shop as it had "broken down" and Nate was on his way to get it. The cop was being nice and offered him a ride. The whole pat down bit was merely formality and following protocol. Nate isn't a felon.)
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I'm telling you...
you need to write a book someday.... a collection of short stories perhaps. You have a gift for the timing of written wit.
I was laughing and it was my story!!!
But I'm not a felon!!!!!!
And you didn't say why I got a ride!!!!!!!
Ridiculous!!
Thanks for the correction. I feel vindicated. Alas.
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