How the hell do I get out of this one?
#1
01-06-2009, 01:11 PM
How the hell do I get out of this one?
Good stuff:
I'm in a decent relationship right now. It's been two months and there have been no really big arguments. She scratches my head nonstop, gives me awesome massages, and even brings me food when I'm too worn out from work to go anywhere.
Since moving out on my own, she gave me even better advice on how to do my laundry than my grandmother did.
Flashback:
"Okay Justin, here's what grandma does.."
She then bends over to separate the clothes, accidentally farts but doesn't notice it.
"First, you do what my school did when I was a little one. You separate the whites from the colored."
Thanks racist grandma.
I don't get to see my girflriend too much because I work so many hours a week that it's almost impossible. That, mixed with her schedule, doesn't make for much time to see her. When I do find time to see her, I fly from work to her house going 90 in a 55 MPH zone.
That being said, Monday I was speeding to her house from work. I was on a local highway and about 5 minutes from her house when the blue lights blinded my eyes from my rear-view mirror. Damn, I've just been pulled over.
The officer walked up to my car, asked how I was doing, then the usual "license and registration, please". Nothing out of the ordinary.
I carry a gun for my profession and still had it strapped to my side, so I showed him my work ID and gun permit BEFORE whipping out the gun and saying:
"Here's my gun! I'm allowed to carry one!"
Phew, won't do that one again.
After looking over the permit, he eyeballed my crotch.
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car, sir. Keep your hands where I can see them."
Either he's a gay cop, or he has a problem with the gun.
I was asked to put my hands on the roof of the car. He pulled my 357 out of its holder.
"I'm going to hold onto this while I run your license, if you don't mind. You can step back into the car."
I got in and shut my door.
"So, Mr. Justin, why were you driving so fast?"
At this moment, my bull**** dispenser started cranking. I could afford another ticket, but would rather not deal with an increased insurance rate. I started spitting a line of total BS.
"Well sir, my job doesn't allow me to see my fiance very much. Since this is the first time in forever that I'm going to see her, I'm rushing to her house to pop the question. I apologize for speeding, I'm just so excited to see the look on her face when I ask her to marry me."
"Do you have a ring?"
"No sir, can't afford one."
"Ah, poor kid."
"I know. Could you do me a favor and write me a ticket? I'd like to look back on this night and laugh about the time I was pulled over and given a ticket the night I was rushing to propose to my wife."
The reason I asked him this is to make my story seem to check out. I'm calling his bluff, if you will.
"Haha, you kids. I'll tell you what-- I'll do you one better. I'll escort you over there through traffic if you're in that much of a rush. Wouldn't that be more of a story?"
Damnit. The guy's caught up in making a Kodak moment when all I want to do is get him off my back and eat tacos with my girlfriend... NOT propose. I've only known the girl for two months-- not exactly ready for the big commitment yet.
"Yes sir, I do believe it would."
After giving him her street name and address, he knew exactly where to go. ****. I got in my car and followed him as his siren rang out. Traffic pulled to the side, peopled yielded at red lights, and cars stopped-- all so I could have tacos with my girlfriend.
After getting to her house, the officer stepped out of his car and knocked on her door. She opened it and stared at him, then me in a look of confusion.
"Hi, I pulled this gentleman over a few minutes ago because he was in a rush to get over here so fast. Justin? Would you like to take it from here?"
I looked at Courtney, then the officer, who wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I tried to take her inside, but the officer stood right there in the doorway to witness the event. The things I'd do to get out of a ticket.
"Courtney... I know I've only known you a short time. But, in that short time <insert romantic bull****>... Will you marry me?"
She wouldn't say yes. She's younger than I am and always talked about how she wanted to date a guy forever until making a commitment.
''YES JUSTIN! I WILL MARRY YOU!"
The officer smiled and clapped as Courtney clamped her arms around my body. The neighbors, who had been wondering why a cop car with its lights on was outside her house cheered.
Courtney's parents called me and told me that they were proud that their daughter found such a nice guy.
Me? Well I got out of a ticket.
**** you. I'm engaged.
-Sideburns
I'm in a decent relationship right now. It's been two months and there have been no really big arguments. She scratches my head nonstop, gives me awesome massages, and even brings me food when I'm too worn out from work to go anywhere.
Since moving out on my own, she gave me even better advice on how to do my laundry than my grandmother did.
Flashback:
"Okay Justin, here's what grandma does.."
She then bends over to separate the clothes, accidentally farts but doesn't notice it.
"First, you do what my school did when I was a little one. You separate the whites from the colored."
Thanks racist grandma.
I don't get to see my girflriend too much because I work so many hours a week that it's almost impossible. That, mixed with her schedule, doesn't make for much time to see her. When I do find time to see her, I fly from work to her house going 90 in a 55 MPH zone.
That being said, Monday I was speeding to her house from work. I was on a local highway and about 5 minutes from her house when the blue lights blinded my eyes from my rear-view mirror. Damn, I've just been pulled over.
The officer walked up to my car, asked how I was doing, then the usual "license and registration, please". Nothing out of the ordinary.
I carry a gun for my profession and still had it strapped to my side, so I showed him my work ID and gun permit BEFORE whipping out the gun and saying:
"Here's my gun! I'm allowed to carry one!"
Phew, won't do that one again.
After looking over the permit, he eyeballed my crotch.
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car, sir. Keep your hands where I can see them."
Either he's a gay cop, or he has a problem with the gun.
I was asked to put my hands on the roof of the car. He pulled my 357 out of its holder.
"I'm going to hold onto this while I run your license, if you don't mind. You can step back into the car."
I got in and shut my door.
"So, Mr. Justin, why were you driving so fast?"
At this moment, my bull**** dispenser started cranking. I could afford another ticket, but would rather not deal with an increased insurance rate. I started spitting a line of total BS.
"Well sir, my job doesn't allow me to see my fiance very much. Since this is the first time in forever that I'm going to see her, I'm rushing to her house to pop the question. I apologize for speeding, I'm just so excited to see the look on her face when I ask her to marry me."
"Do you have a ring?"
"No sir, can't afford one."
"Ah, poor kid."
"I know. Could you do me a favor and write me a ticket? I'd like to look back on this night and laugh about the time I was pulled over and given a ticket the night I was rushing to propose to my wife."
The reason I asked him this is to make my story seem to check out. I'm calling his bluff, if you will.
"Haha, you kids. I'll tell you what-- I'll do you one better. I'll escort you over there through traffic if you're in that much of a rush. Wouldn't that be more of a story?"
Damnit. The guy's caught up in making a Kodak moment when all I want to do is get him off my back and eat tacos with my girlfriend... NOT propose. I've only known the girl for two months-- not exactly ready for the big commitment yet.
"Yes sir, I do believe it would."
After giving him her street name and address, he knew exactly where to go. ****. I got in my car and followed him as his siren rang out. Traffic pulled to the side, peopled yielded at red lights, and cars stopped-- all so I could have tacos with my girlfriend.
After getting to her house, the officer stepped out of his car and knocked on her door. She opened it and stared at him, then me in a look of confusion.
"Hi, I pulled this gentleman over a few minutes ago because he was in a rush to get over here so fast. Justin? Would you like to take it from here?"
I looked at Courtney, then the officer, who wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I tried to take her inside, but the officer stood right there in the doorway to witness the event. The things I'd do to get out of a ticket.
"Courtney... I know I've only known you a short time. But, in that short time <insert romantic bull****>... Will you marry me?"
She wouldn't say yes. She's younger than I am and always talked about how she wanted to date a guy forever until making a commitment.
''YES JUSTIN! I WILL MARRY YOU!"
The officer smiled and clapped as Courtney clamped her arms around my body. The neighbors, who had been wondering why a cop car with its lights on was outside her house cheered.
Courtney's parents called me and told me that they were proud that their daughter found such a nice guy.
Me? Well I got out of a ticket.
**** you. I'm engaged.
-Sideburns
#4
01-06-2009, 01:44 PM
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Location: Indianapolis and Toledo
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Srob, as soon as the cop left, you should have told her why you told him the bullcrap story, and she would have been OK with that.........I think!
But now you have let her have time to begin the announcement stage which only complicates things by ten fold.
All you can do now is blow it wide open, and tell her that it was just crap to get out of the ticket, and you still want to be involved with her, but just not engaged right now. Or, you just tell her it's over and move on.
Or, you marry her. You blew it by not telling her the truth immediately after the cop left, and now she's hearing wedding bells.
Three choices:
1. Tell her why that happened and try to salvage the relationship.
2. Dump her ***.
3. Marry her.
Personally, if I were you, I would go for plan 1.
Hope this helps you ole Romeo!
But now you have let her have time to begin the announcement stage which only complicates things by ten fold.
All you can do now is blow it wide open, and tell her that it was just crap to get out of the ticket, and you still want to be involved with her, but just not engaged right now. Or, you just tell her it's over and move on.
Or, you marry her. You blew it by not telling her the truth immediately after the cop left, and now she's hearing wedding bells.
Three choices:
1. Tell her why that happened and try to salvage the relationship.
2. Dump her ***.
3. Marry her.
Personally, if I were you, I would go for plan 1.
Hope this helps you ole Romeo!
#7
01-06-2009, 03:35 PM
wow i guess you could always hold off getting married for a long time and then she might get tired of you or who know's maybe she is the one you will want to marry down the road. if she said yes to the question then she must like you a lot then and i'm pretty sure she would get upset if you told her that you were just trying to get out of the ticket.
