Well, NOW my fingerprints are on the murder weapon!!!!!
Posted: June 7th, 2008, 3:06 am
So I'm headed home today, tired from a mandatory Saturday work (off at 7:30 am Sat morning). So I think I'll pull into McDs and get a skillet burrito. I sit and sit and sit and nothing moves and I get ticked and pull out having wasted 10 minutes doing nothing when I could already be home.
I hit the expressway and am on my end of town in about another ten, intending to try another McDs closer to the house.
But you know...I'm still too ticked at drivethrus and decide to just go home and fix my own.
Intending to take a recently discovered shortcut, I make a wrong turn into an elementary school entrance (the correct turn being the next one down).
As I pull into the drive I see:
THERES A GUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Nah, I read too many mysterys. So i keep on going discover quickly I've turned wrong and I loop around and head back and THERES STILL A GUN IN THE ROAD.
So I stop.
Step out.
I'm standing in the entrance of an elementary school.
Immediately to my right is a public park.
I can see the Childrens swings.
To my left is apartments.
AND AT MY FEET IS A SAWED OFF SHOTGUN.
Still thinking I'm mistaken, I picked the thing up. It's weight told me it was real. It's metal was severly scuffed where it had clattered to the road.
On the other side of the park is the Police station. So I lay the thing between my van seats and head to the Police station.
As I pull up I quickly realize I can't carry the thing inside. So I go in and nervously talk to the guy behind the desk.
He pages and officer and the guy comes out and I open my car door and tell him where it is.
He pulls it out and examines it and walks over to the bushes and points the thing down into the land scaping. It takes a coupla tries but he cracks the thing open. Thankfully it's empty.
Stupidly (and not still believeing) I ask..Hey I'm not a gun person but that's a sawed off shotgun isnt it?
The officer walks me in and jokes with thte desk jockey about putting his fingerprints on an illegal firearm.
And I realize that mine are on it as well.
The officer takes my name and address and thanks me....gives me that....Is-this-guy-what-he-seems-to-be-or-is-he-hiding-something look
But what else could I do? A sawed off shotgun and tons of kids around every day?
I hope it wasnt a murder weapon or my adventure is just beginning.
I hit the expressway and am on my end of town in about another ten, intending to try another McDs closer to the house.
But you know...I'm still too ticked at drivethrus and decide to just go home and fix my own.
Intending to take a recently discovered shortcut, I make a wrong turn into an elementary school entrance (the correct turn being the next one down).
As I pull into the drive I see:
THERES A GUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Nah, I read too many mysterys. So i keep on going discover quickly I've turned wrong and I loop around and head back and THERES STILL A GUN IN THE ROAD.
So I stop.
Step out.
I'm standing in the entrance of an elementary school.
Immediately to my right is a public park.
I can see the Childrens swings.
To my left is apartments.
AND AT MY FEET IS A SAWED OFF SHOTGUN.
Still thinking I'm mistaken, I picked the thing up. It's weight told me it was real. It's metal was severly scuffed where it had clattered to the road.
On the other side of the park is the Police station. So I lay the thing between my van seats and head to the Police station.
As I pull up I quickly realize I can't carry the thing inside. So I go in and nervously talk to the guy behind the desk.
He pages and officer and the guy comes out and I open my car door and tell him where it is.
He pulls it out and examines it and walks over to the bushes and points the thing down into the land scaping. It takes a coupla tries but he cracks the thing open. Thankfully it's empty.
Stupidly (and not still believeing) I ask..Hey I'm not a gun person but that's a sawed off shotgun isnt it?
The officer walks me in and jokes with thte desk jockey about putting his fingerprints on an illegal firearm.
And I realize that mine are on it as well.
The officer takes my name and address and thanks me....gives me that....Is-this-guy-what-he-seems-to-be-or-is-he-hiding-something look
But what else could I do? A sawed off shotgun and tons of kids around every day?
I hope it wasnt a murder weapon or my adventure is just beginning.