Correction to above (not that it matters): Conrad was not the general. That was another of Eliot’s employers. Conrad had been an intelligence Colonel before becoming a car company exec.
Uh - there is no statute of limitations on any crime in Wyoming.
Just letting you know, I doubt there is anyone out looking for you.
If Georgia and your home state are both compact states, you can get your driver’s liscence suspended, or you may have a hard time getting it renewed.
Alright! It’s not the biggest secret, but it’s pretty funny. A couple of freinds of mine from highschool were at some fraternity rush function. All of us had been at college for a year so they weren’t rushing us. I am not entirely sure why we werre there at all.
I think we pissed them off because all of the sudden everybody left the party. Strangely, that left us in an unknown upscale neighborhood with a full keg of beer. We got really drunk and started to roam the neighborhood. There was a pond, and we all started to gather someplace on the other side of the pond. Unfortunately that meant the beer was on the other side.
I was walking around the the pond with a freind of mine to fill our pitcher of beer when we saw a pair of lawn chairs that were tied together so as to prevent people from taking them. Notice: If you don’t want drunks to take your lawn furniture it does no good to tie the peices together. We grabbed the lawn furniture and tossed it in the pond for no reason except for the fact that they clearly thought by tying them together they had prevented any mischeif. We subsequently used the rest of their lawn furniture by dragging it to the other side of the pond and sitting on it while we drank our free beer.
Yeah, try to bust me now! I don’t even know where it was, or where any of those people are. In fact I probably made the whole thing up.
You people make me feel like a career criminal.
I used to hack Compuserve’s Mail servers and e-mail my friends silly notes from “God@Heaven.gov”.
Ok, I have a good one I’ll cop to.
I had sex with my ex-wife on a New Jersey Transit train, she even asked the conductor to turn around while she put her shirt back on, playing like she was just changing shirts.
Just in theory, it seems to be against the law to file a change of address for someone as a practical joke and forward all of their mail to a bar in Santa Fe, NM
Just in theory, mind you
Virginia changed it’s laws for new driver’s about a month before I received my license. If you were a minor who received a driver’s license after the new law went into effect, you weren’t allowed to drive without adult supervision after midnight.* Of course, being young and foolhardy, I didn’t feel like this rule applied to me. My mother also had a rule about driving “south of the river” (the James R. for anyone who cares; I grew up just north of Richmond) after dark. We weren’t allowed to do it. Again, I felt like this rule didn’t really apply to me.
One night, I had plans to see the midnight movie downtown with a friend who lived “south of the river”. She didn’t have a license, so we had her dad drop her off at the movie theatre and I would drive both of us back to her house afterwards where we would go to bed. We made up an overly complicated plan to tell my mom though. We told her that I was going to drive to my friends house while it was still light out for dinner and then her dad would drop us off and pick us up from the theatre. The plan made no sense because it means her dad would be driving around in the middle of the night just to appease his high school daughter. Being the good daughter and quite trustworthy, my mom believed me.
So, our plan is going off without a hitch. we meet at the theatre, she brings along another one of her friends that I don’t know, and we watch the movie. They were showing “The Princess Bride” that night. Good stuff!
After the movie, driving back to my friends house, we were having a grand ol’ time. “I’m Just a Girl” was blaring on the radio, windows were down, and there was a car full of guys stopped next to us at the traffic light. They asked us where we were going and my friend shouts out the window that we were going back to her house for some hot lesbian sex. Not true, but we were invincible teenagers; what harm could messing with a car full of guys cause? After the light turned green, we sped off, across the bridge that led to the dreaded “south of the river”. No problem, right? Wrong! The car full of guys started following my car really closely. Again, we found ourselves at a stoplight with them next to us. This time it wasn’t so fun. The music was lowered and we told them that we really weren’t interested, but that didn’t seem to bother them. Around this point, we started questioning their sobriety. The light turned green, we sped off once more, and they continued following quite closely, except now they were alternating between having their brights on and not having any head lights on.
So, here we were, three teenage girls driving around at two-thirty or so in the morning with a car full of guys behind us. Did we do the obvious thing and call the police? Of course not! Then we might get in trouble for driving around after the state’s curfew. I asked my friend if she knew anyone who lived closer to where we were then we did and she directed me to a guy friend’s house who kept late hours. Unfortunately, it was late, the neighborhood was dark, and she had me pull up into the wrong driveway. The car full of guys followed and pulled in in such a way that they were blocking us. We were now in a stranger’s driveway at two-thirty in the morning, watching an aggressive looking man get out of his car and walk over to my car. We locked the doors and my friend quickly got out her cell phone and dialed 911. I started blaring my horn in hopes that anyone would come out to see what the commotion was about and she held her phone up to the window to show him who she was calling. He went back to his car and they pulled away. We pulled out of the driveway too, but they kept following us. Chances are, at that point they were just following us out of the neighborhood and no longer in an aggressive way, but we were already scared shitless and were frantically trying to decide if we should actually press the send button and call 911. It was at that point that my friend’s friend informed us that she had pot in her purse, so she really would rather we not get involved with the police.
Luckily, they soon stopped following us and we made it safely to my friends house. My mom still doesn’t know about the situation because, even though it was five or six years ago, she would still be “very disappointed in me”. It was definitely one of the scarier situations I have gotten myself into.
*The law may be slightly different than this, but I do remember that I wasn’t legally supposed to be driving after midnight.
I sign them on the front page, “Thank’s for reading my work. (signed) God.”
They are in hotel rooms all over Montana.
That is without a doubt the most amicable divorce I have ever heard of. I applaud you both. 