Friday OT #1 - I Did Not Shoot the Deputy

[Bipolarcy]

Mine isn't nearly as entertaining as some of these. I was grocery shopping and had just unloaded my cart into the car and was taking the cart to the cart corral when a Karen in a car with her phone glued to her ear jumps out of the car and starts yelling at me for bumping the cart into her car. I never touched her car. Her car was at least three feet from the cart. I said, "excuse me? I did what?" She continues to screech at me that I hit her car. I think I would have known if I had hit her car. I didn't. I don't know what her game was, but I called her a few choice names because she was doing the same to me and walked off. She never got off her phone the whole time.

 

[Cyclones_R_GR8]

Mine isn't nearly as entertaining as some of these. I was grocery shopping and had just unloaded my cart into the car and was taking the cart to the cart corral when a Karen in a car with her phone glued to her hear jumps out of the car and starts yelling at me for bumping the cart into her car. I never touched her car. Her car was at least three feet from the cart. I said, "excuse me? I did what?" She continues to screech at me that I hit her car. I think I would have known if I had hit her car. I didn't I don't know what her game was, but I called her a few choice names because she was doing the same to me and walked off. She never got off her phone the whole time.

You should have rammed her car with the cart and said "There, Now I did"

 

[Joe4Cy]

Allow me to set the stage. It's May, 1989. Viesha is still a thing. If you're of age, you can still have alcohol in the residence halls. My roommate and I are probably the oldest on Lincoln House in Friley. We've had the largest party room for the past two years.

I'd just turned 21 and we decided it was time to celebrate and throw a room party. Like, we couldn't buy a keg, but bet your house, we had the equivalent of a keg in beer!

The party is rockin', and I'm sure we're breaking some fire codes just in our one room itself. Four girls that worked with me at Target showed up. So I'm talking them up, 'cause I'm interested in at least one of them. The DD throws out the idea of going dancing at .... ??? Some bar that wasn't in Campus Town or Downtown Ames.

Nevertheless, I'm fairly drunk by this time and raring to go. I grab a bottle for the road and we stumble out the front of Friley Hall. Hop into her car and we driving through the back roads of campus area up by the Towers. I'm in the back seat, and not knowing better, take a swig of my beer.

Christmas time!

She pulls over and one cop asks her out of the car. She hasn't had a drop to drink and talks with him. Meanwhile, the other cop asks me out. I tried hiding the bottle but it was already too late. He asks for it and makes me dump the rest in the street. Takes my ID and runs it. I'm thinking I'm a dead man when he yells to his partner, "Just. Yesterday."

I get a strong lecture about open containers, drinking and driving, etc. And they let us go with a warning and a "be careful next time. Go home; party's over."

It totally killed the buzz we had. They dropped me off at Friley. By that time, our room partied had fizzled out.

Maybe this doesn't count for this topic, and that's my closest story!

 

[cowgirl836]

My ex-wife used to get super mad at me for things she'd dream about. "Dream KnappShack" would do something ****** and I'd catch the heat....for days sometimes

It was the weirdest damn thing. She knew I didn't do anything and it was a dream, but I would be in the dog house.

so I was about to respond to Angie with hey at least yours was semi plausible, I've gotten mad at DH for things he did in my dreams.........oh dear..........

 

[BCClone]

First, I acknowledge that driving after more than one drink is dumb, I did do dumb things when I was younger.

HS senior year again (did many stupid things then), just had last football game and waiting to see if we make the playoffs. Go drinking with a teammate and this 22 year old woman we knew. We leave a party (his vehicle and he is driving, I'm in the backseat) and wants to show this woman where he snowmobiled. I think he forgot I was there. We drive up this lane (private property it turns out), about 10 seconds after making it there and turning around, lights are flashing.

Cop gets us out and searches the car, asks if I peed in the backseat, I'm confused and say, no I didnt do that, but he keeps asking and is getting mad at me. When the lights hit the woman grabbed the drivers beer and shoved his and hers under the seat, both open and apparently very full. So he thinks I'm the hammered one and starts the breathalyzers.

Driver is over the limit, mid teens ( it was .10 to be drunk driving then I think). He then does the woman, it flies up, so he thinks maybe it's off, so has her try again. It blasts past .20 and he says what is the point of going further. He never wipes this thing down, and I don't know if that can make a difference. So, he turns to me and says it's up to you, if you are legal I will let you drive them home and not leave where you drive to, otherwise you all are coming in.

I didn't think I was that bad, but he thought I was so drunk I peed in the backseat. I blow as soft as possible to see if that will affect it just in case, cop is mad that I'm not blowing hard enough, I say, my ribs are hurt and I can't blow any harder. He asks if I was in a fight, said no, football game that night. He gets a reading, but I have to do it again, didn't think it read right. Second time, I'm blowing as shallow as possible to have the duration and everything to get it to read. Cop is ticked, tells me I'm 0.06. So he lets me drive us to the other end of town.