You know the perfect amount of boozin that makes driving super fun and enjoyable and you don’t give an eff because you’re blasting your tunes and just generally having a rad time? No? Well then, neither do I. But let’s just say I did, I wonder what it would be like?
For the sake of arguement, let’s just say that very thing happened to me last Friday after I left casa de Barista. And I may or may not have been blasting a little bit of “Kiss Me Through the Phone” (don’t worry about it if I was-that’s not the point of the story) when I pulled up to a light about a mile away from my apartment.
Furthermore I could have been singing this song quite loudly with the windows down whilst smoking a cig. And I it may have been at my most favoritist part of the song which causes me to do a what I call my Car Jig.
In addition, a cop may or may not have pulled up right next me at the light and I more than likely didn’t turn my music down, stop singing or smoking my cigarette. As a matter of fact, I bet I didn’t give a rip and continued breaking it down.
It’s probable that said officer attempted to get my attention but couldn’t be heard over the music. “What?” I may have said. “YOUR BRAKE LIGHT IS OUT!” the cop maybe said to me. “YOU REALLY NEED TO GET THAT FIXED! I COULD GIVE YOU A TICKET FOR THAT!”. “Ooooooooooh nooooooooo!” I more than likely replied. “What a staaaaaaaaaaaaain! I’ll totally get that fixed! Thanks!” There’s a 50/50 chance that I winked. The super nice officer who didn’t want to deal with me then could have just waved and pulled away. Or not. I may have just decided he was cool and I decided to drive away. Either way, it sounds like it could have been awesome. And I’m getting that brake light fixed to-da-hay cause luck like that doesn’t happen very often.