sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Bet You Didn't Have Your Friend's Husband Who is Also Your Banker Arrested Last Sunday I Bet You Didn't Have Your Friend's Husband Who is Also Your Banker Arrested Last Sunday Let me start at the beginning. I have owned my house since 1994, and I love it. It has an enormous yard that fronts onto two streets, and even a spiffy garage. The front of my house faces a fairly busy street, and the back faces the high school football field. I am fortunately not bothered by the noise of bands, cheerleaders, and avid football fans that occurs whenever there is a game or a practice. What I am annoyed by is the people who think it is okay to park on my right-across-from-the-football-field lawn. I was especially ticked off when the city did some work on the water lines and dug up the part of my yard near the street and put everything back and reseeded the grass and then people drove all over it and made big ruts and killed the baby grass. There is not a whole lot of parking at the high school, and you can't park on the street, so I let friends park in my driveway when there are football games. My friend S often parks there, and also my friend J. J happens to be married to the dude who runs my bank and gave me my car loan. Note that they have permission to park in my DRIVEWAY. I am normally quite an easygoing person, but when I happened to look out my window last Sunday and saw a bigass black truck parked on my lawn, my last straw snapped. I saw a silver SUV parked in my driveway, which I correctly assumed was friend J's globalwarmingmobile, and of course the big truck whitetrashing up my yard. I called the non-emergency police phone number and asked them what I should do about the truck parked on my freaking lawn. The dispatcher said that if someone had a chance they would head over and check it out. I know I have mentioned this before, but I live in a small town that does not see a whole lot of action. Three cops come to you house when you call them about a bat in your bedroom, so a truck parked on someone's lawn just might have been the crime of the week. A few minutes later the dispatcher called me back, and I could hear her talking with cops who were examining the truck on my lawn. I heard the cops say my friend (hopefully still the case after this incident) J and her husband's name. I told the dispatcher that if the truck belonged to J or husband of J, to just forget about it because they were my friends. The dispatcher told me that she couldn't stop the cops now, and that were going to find J's husband at the football game and make him move his truck. Right about then I started to panic. J's husband has an excellent sense of humor, but I was not sure if he would see the funny in having cops find him at the game and escorting him out. What with being a prominent member of the community, and having practically the whole town, plus his children witness the event. Just when I was contemplating leaving town and changing my name, and also worrying about the status of my car loan, the dispatcher called again to ask if J's husband had to move the truck now or could he wait until the game was over. I told her waiting until after the game would be fine, and as my anxiety escalated I called Kelly to apprise her of the situation. Kelly thought it was hilarious, because hey, it's not like her car was about to be repossessed. When my phone rang an hour or so later, and it was J�s husband sounding really not happy and saying that my car loan was due and payable in full first thing Monday morning, I gathered my courage and answered the phone. J�s husband then cracked up and said he thought the whole thing was funny. After making sure that the cops hadn�t handcuffed him, or roughed him up or anything, I laughed nervously and we hung up. And the next time I go to J�s house, I am so parking on her lawn. 10:59 a.m. - October 27, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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