A few days ago, I went to the park and it SAYS they are open until 7pm. I had promised my dog a walk and it was only 6:35. The gate on the right side (the IN side) was closed and there was no one in the guard shack. Well I paid for a yearly pass into this park, so I drove around it and into the park. “Law” broken #1.
Where I walk the dog has one of those yellow police plastic strips up. You know the ones that say “do not cross.” It was directly in my path and I couldn’t determine which direction they didn’t want me to cross and why the barrier was there, so I crossed both at the start of the walk and at the end of the walk. “Law” broken #2.
Now remember the park closes at 7pm, I took an hour walk. “Law” broken #3.
Yes, I did indeed recently break the law and a doozy at that. (Sort of lately. Last summer is “lately” if you’re out of your teens, right? Or do you need to be over 40 before that applies?)
I was sent to Toronto for a training class and had an extra two days with which to roam about on my own. I decided to bring back a really nice gift for carnie, who had not yet quit smoking. Near my hotel was a cigar shop and hey! carnie has mentioned enjoying the occasional cigar, it’s the perfect gift. (Now, everyone on the planet EXCEPT xcheopis knows darn well what is going to happen. Xcheopis is an innocent and knows nothing of these things.)
So, I step on in and have the following exchange:
Clerk: “Ummmm… did you need directions?”
xcheopis: “No. I’d like to buy a cigar.”
Clerk: “Really? Ummmm… what kind of cigar would you like?” {Long recital of different types of cigars, wrapping techniques, etc.}
xcheopis: “Why don’t you just point out which cigar you would smoke every day if you had the money.”
Clerk: {pulls out box of really expensive cigars} “I’d smoke these. How many would you like?”
xcheopis: “Oh, I think just one will suit my need, thanks.”
Cigar goes into suitcase, xcheopis goes home. Presents cigar to carnie, who is properly appreciative. giggle!
carnie: “I am amazed you brought this back, you’re usually so honest.”
xcheopis: “I beg your pardon?”
carnie: “Well, it’s a Cuban cigar. It’s illegal to import them into the States. I’m just surprised you’d risk breaking a federal law to bring me a present.”
xcheopis: :eek: “!!!”
sigh And that’s why Auntie X is in hiding, kids. She has to go now, the baying of the hounds draws ever more near.
Just this evening I realized my auto registration died at the end of last month. My boss is in town tomorrow, so I’ve got to run “hot” until at least Wednesday noon hour (when I’ll probably get popped running downtown to the courthouse).
I break the law almost every day. In Pennsylvania, they got freakin’ signs for EVERYTHING.
Example: they built a library in a residential section (Camp Hill, if you want to know). There’s a back exit in which you are supposed to turn right. They built the exit that way, and there’s a sign directing you to turn that way. No left turn allowed.
I can’t understand this. It’s a two-way street. Turning left takes you further into Camp Hill, which is nice if you’re a resident, but not if you want to get outta there.
It bugs me enough that I’ve gone out that way, simply because I can.
There’s also a shopping center in nearby Lemoyne that allows residents of a nearby subdivision access through a road in the back of the parking lot. But for some reason, they don’t want you to exit that way. So where the two-lane road meets the parking lot, they put a barrier across half the road and put signs up forbidding entrance.
Of course, if you want to go that way, you simply go in through the out exit.
Again, unless you live back there, or you like maneuvering through twisty streets with stop signs, there’s no earthly reason for you to want to go out that way, but it’s still illegal.
Hmmm, I was once arrested for “violating park curfew.” Shit, that was back in 1979, I think. Would ya believe they gave me 8 hours community service (picking up litter in the park, go figure) for that? The coppers seemed more concerned about us actually being in the park than they did the marijuana.
many many, although I try not to. Everything from public indecency to regular ol’ speeding.
I was contemplating starting a thread on law breaking whn I realized that I probably violate at least 1 law a day, sometimes half-a-dozen, scary but then I’ve yet to be caught so whew.
For the sake of combating ignorance (and to nitpick) you didn’t break the law in bringing the present but buying it. Yes folks, it is only illegal to buy Cuban Goods or pay for ‘Cuban Services’ without express permission from the U.S. Treasury Department.
So the minute that you forked over the cash you were breaking the law.
