OK, so my 17 year old son asked to borrow my car for 2 hours to visit friends. “I’ll be back by 6:30 at the latest, Mom”.
When he hadn’t showed up or called, I call his cell “Yea, I’m sorry, lost track of time I"m on my way now”. Since he was only supposed to be a 10 minute drive away, I expected him momentarily.
He enters at 7:30 pm. I’m about to let loose w/all of the traditional ‘mom’ things, when he says
“The good news is, I now know there’s no warrants out for my arrest”
(insert jaw dropping sound here) :eek: :eek:
Seems that, on his way back, he was driving on a main street, and a police car came zooming up behind him. He looked at the speedometer, saw he was doing the speed limit, but before he had a chance to sigh in relief, the lights went on and he had to pull over. He pulled onto a side street and waited.
The police officer approached the car w/his hand next to his gun. “Do you know why I pulled you over”
“Um. No??” he says.
Seems that a few moments before a car matching the description of mine had been reported stolen about 2 blocks from where he was stopped.
[comic book guy voice] Best excuse EVER[/comic book guy voice]
NOt the first time he’s done that, of course. Back when he was about 12, I was on a couple of School Board Committees that had meetings (about 2 hours long) in the evening. So, I’d leave him home, alone, with strict instructions “Stay in the house, do your homework” etc.
One night I came home to find him out on the street playing with a ball. “What are you doing out of the hou…” (didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence)
“Oh, the fireman told me to stay outside”.
The carbon monoxide detector had gone off, he’d grabbed our cats and gone to the neighbors, called the gas company, heard they’d charge $30 to come check it out, then called the fire department.
Of course, when the fire department was checking out the house (how long had it been since I"d done the dishes or laundry…?), they asked “Where’s your mom?”
“I don’t know”