captainpollution
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So, today I decided to take inventory of my stash, which is at a storage facility. (I still live with my parents) I get what I need, I take a few, and then I make my way back home. I finally get off the freeway.
Then there is a big problem. My car's muffler has rusted off completely, and it's dragging on the ground. I cannot drive it anymore. I panic because I'm stuck in a different neighborhood with a stash of diapers that I don't want my folks to see. I try to throw them away in a dumpster parked by a house.
Then that's when shit hits the fan. A neighbor sees me.
She steps off her porch and says "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
"That's private property. Who do you think you are?"
I'm walking to my car, and she demands that I show her my ID.
She takes it away and calls the cops, demanding that I stay right there on her sidewalk. :frown:
"You better not leave motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you, dumping your shit on private property. I have no idea what you're doing, but you're clearly up to no good. You can talk to the cops and tell them your side, I personally think you're lying. I'll bet that's stolen property."
I told her what it was and she still continued to be hostile and demand that I stay and talk to the cops. She asks me where my car is, that she doesn't see it. I told her that in event I need it towed or taken to the shop, I don't want my parents to see it. She said "It sounds like a line of bullshit to me, tell it to the cops."
Once the cops arrive, I tell them what happened, and he says "Oh, no problem. I don't care what you do, just don't throw them in a private dumpster again." The cops even call me a tow truck and take me to a gas station to throw away the diapers. "Good luck, man. Have a good afternoon."atpat: they say. I go back to my car and the car is towed.
While I'm at the muffler shop I suffer hunger pains, and they're so severe from anxiety, etc., that it feels like I'm having an ulcer. Then I walk to the McDonalds down the street. I feel a lot better. I then wait at the muffler shop for two more hours. The wait, combined with the extreme hunger pains paled in comparison the the events that occurred earlier.
That was something I'm definitely learning a lesson from, and I'm glad to be back home
Then there is a big problem. My car's muffler has rusted off completely, and it's dragging on the ground. I cannot drive it anymore. I panic because I'm stuck in a different neighborhood with a stash of diapers that I don't want my folks to see. I try to throw them away in a dumpster parked by a house.
Then that's when shit hits the fan. A neighbor sees me.
She steps off her porch and says "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
"That's private property. Who do you think you are?"
I'm walking to my car, and she demands that I show her my ID.
She takes it away and calls the cops, demanding that I stay right there on her sidewalk. :frown:
"You better not leave motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you, dumping your shit on private property. I have no idea what you're doing, but you're clearly up to no good. You can talk to the cops and tell them your side, I personally think you're lying. I'll bet that's stolen property."
I told her what it was and she still continued to be hostile and demand that I stay and talk to the cops. She asks me where my car is, that she doesn't see it. I told her that in event I need it towed or taken to the shop, I don't want my parents to see it. She said "It sounds like a line of bullshit to me, tell it to the cops."
Once the cops arrive, I tell them what happened, and he says "Oh, no problem. I don't care what you do, just don't throw them in a private dumpster again." The cops even call me a tow truck and take me to a gas station to throw away the diapers. "Good luck, man. Have a good afternoon."atpat: they say. I go back to my car and the car is towed.
While I'm at the muffler shop I suffer hunger pains, and they're so severe from anxiety, etc., that it feels like I'm having an ulcer. Then I walk to the McDonalds down the street. I feel a lot better. I then wait at the muffler shop for two more hours. The wait, combined with the extreme hunger pains paled in comparison the the events that occurred earlier.
That was something I'm definitely learning a lesson from, and I'm glad to be back home