Friday, August 3, 2012

The Law


Getting a call at 4:30 AM on a Sunday morning might be the scariest thing that happens to me.  I HATE when the phone rings in the middle of the night.  I am almost always certain that someone is dead.  Yuck.

Last Sunday morning, Bob's cell phone was ringing at just that time.  It was a police officer, and he was calling to tell us that he was outside our front door.  Worst call ever.

Bob got out of bed and was going to the door in his undies.  Luckily, I stopped him.  What the hell?  Anyhow, I grabbed my robe and went to the door.  The officer was standing there alone.  He said he had my son in the back of his car.  Perfect.

Apparently, my boy and his buddy decided to walk around in the middle of the night.  They had snuck out of the house while his buddy's grandma was asleep, and went on a ten minute adventure.  They went across the highway, and were spotted by the cops.

Instead of stopping to talk to the police, my boy ran.  He and his friend ran away from the cops for a good five minutes.  The police officer caught my boy, roughly by the way, and put him in the back of the car.  His buddy got away.  The officer delivered him to me.

I was glad he got caught, and scared by the cops.  I remember doing that when I was a kid.  The freedom of walking the streets when everyone is asleep is exciting.  I totally get it.  But guess what?  Not allowed by law.

Today, he and I will go to the family service office in our town to meet with a MN youth diversion program person.  He will possibly get community service for this offense.  I hope it is the grossest, yuckiest, nastiest form of community service they have.  Like picking up horse poop with his bare hands or something.

 I told my family that this is the one and only free pass for police trouble.  The next on will result in our video games and systems, all of them (we have TONS because of Bob and I'll get to that another day) being donated to some other family.  I dared them to try.

Also, this kid wants to be a United States Marine and has since he knew what one was (I will push Coast Guard.) It is hard to get into the Marines with a record. At least it used to be. Let's hope this was the last of that behavior.


**UPDATE**

The boy has EIGHT hours of community service.  He is too young (of course) to do most of what they offer, and we will have to go with him.  So him and his father will be spending time at the local food shelf.  I am so glad.



8 comments:

  1. Totally reminds me of Chris Rock's How Not to Get Your Ass Kicked by the Police video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uj0mtxXEGE8

    2. Stop Immediately - "if the police have to come and get you, they're bringing an ass kicking with them."

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    1. He did say "next time I'm not running."

      Well, THAT'S a relief! Dear lord.

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  2. I hear you about this one. I would've shit my pants as soon as I knew it was cops at the door. I'm glad your son was OK. Having kids shaves about twenty years off a person's life, I swear. My middle son stole sunglasses with a buddy from Walmart a few years back. It was the police who called our house to tell me to come and get him. I almost had a heart attack. And was so mad, I remember crying when I went to pick him up. All round, not fun day.

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    1. No, not a fun day! I hope this is all the crime we see.

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  3. I'm glad he was okay! I grew up sneaking out of the house to go walking around our neighborhood, and nothing ever happened. We weren't making trouble, we were just walking and talking. But laws are laws. Glad to hear he didn't get into too much trouble (with the police, anyway, haha). I think that community service is a good thing for anyone, regardless of whether or not they did something wrong. Since he wants to be a Marine, maybe he'll learn from the experience what it's like to help the less fortunate!

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    1. The more I think about it (between you and me) I'm glad this happened because it will be good for my husband to volunteer! I am hoping it's something he wants to do again.

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  4. First, I have to laugh at the typo, untied Marines. Second, I am thankful #1 son is ok. I love, love your writing. You write like you talk and I laugh with you no matter what. We have so much in common. KK

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    1. Thank you!! I totally had to fix the typo. I hate proof reading!!

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