Monday, August 23, 2004
A Crack-HO? ME????
Do I look like a crack-ho? Apparently the Bowdon police thought so for a moment.
They pulled me over Friday night and said my car had been seen leaving a known crack house. He was quite insistent on it.
I had dropped my son off for his weekend visitation at his dad's house and then Doug wanted to go visit with his cousin for a while. We planned on leaving early, but wound up staying until nearly midnight. Not a good time to be driving through Bowdon it would seem.
Mark had been telling Doug how Bowdon has really gone to the dogs. We were talking about how there was nothing left to do there, but sell crack or drugs. Sure enough, the police got behind me there on hwy 100 and stopped me in the middle of town.
He said I had just pulled off a dirt road and on that road there was a tailer that was a known crack house. I said, yes, I did just leave a dirt road, but I was at a house and not a trailer. He said it was Reeves Road that the car was seen on. I said, I was on Yates Road, not Reeves. He didn't seem like he wanted to believe me. He asked if I had any weapons, guns, knives or explosives in the car. I, of course, told him no. I didn't mention the machete I had under the passengers seat. It's not really a weapon. I'm not even sure why it's there. It's just been there for a long time. He kept on questioning me about how much I had drank that day. I told him nothing and that was the truth. I even asked him to breathalyze me, but he didn't. He said he could tell I wasn't drunk. He still continued to question me about the can in the console. I picked it up and showed him that it wasn't opened and told him I didn't even like beer. He still seemed to believe it was my very car that had been spotted leaving the crack trailer. He went back to talk to the other policeman, who, I believe, told him that ours was the wrong car, because he came back, gave me back my license and said he was going to let me go, because he decided he believed my story. I was relieved of course. I had been getting ready to cry my eyes out.
I wished him luck on catching the crack heads. I'm sure not a fan of them.
After it was all over with, Doug and I started seeing the humor in the situation. He calls me crack-ho now.
I wonder what would have happened if they had searched the car? Nothing here but 59 packs of ketchup on the dash and a machete under the seat. It looks really bad because the child in the front seat has ketchup all over her chin. This doesn't look good. What's the machete for, Ms. Buchanan? -- Oh, we use that to hack our way in to find tomato vines!
It did get better though. Saturday we went to 280 to cash a check and then we went over to the water fountain and walked around it. Brandi threw in some coins. Then we went to McDonald's. We were starving. Brandi ate 6 chicken nuggets and over a half of a cheeseburger. We threw fries to the birds. It was so cute. There were about 6 little brown birds there. Before long, all of them had a fry in their mouth. It was so funny seeing little birds with our fries. Birds flying with fries -- too cute.
I took Brandi to get her hair cut and a new outfit for Friday when she gets her picture made. I wound up buying her 2 outfits. She's already wore both of them and messed them up! ha ha
We went to get Paul Sunday afternoon, or rather Doug did. I stayed home and baked a Pineapple upside down cake. It turned out perfect. I laughed in Doug's face because he didnt think I could make it if I didn't have explicit instructions wrote down as to how to do it!
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They pulled me over Friday night and said my car had been seen leaving a known crack house. He was quite insistent on it.
I had dropped my son off for his weekend visitation at his dad's house and then Doug wanted to go visit with his cousin for a while. We planned on leaving early, but wound up staying until nearly midnight. Not a good time to be driving through Bowdon it would seem.
Mark had been telling Doug how Bowdon has really gone to the dogs. We were talking about how there was nothing left to do there, but sell crack or drugs. Sure enough, the police got behind me there on hwy 100 and stopped me in the middle of town.
He said I had just pulled off a dirt road and on that road there was a tailer that was a known crack house. I said, yes, I did just leave a dirt road, but I was at a house and not a trailer. He said it was Reeves Road that the car was seen on. I said, I was on Yates Road, not Reeves. He didn't seem like he wanted to believe me. He asked if I had any weapons, guns, knives or explosives in the car. I, of course, told him no. I didn't mention the machete I had under the passengers seat. It's not really a weapon. I'm not even sure why it's there. It's just been there for a long time. He kept on questioning me about how much I had drank that day. I told him nothing and that was the truth. I even asked him to breathalyze me, but he didn't. He said he could tell I wasn't drunk. He still continued to question me about the can in the console. I picked it up and showed him that it wasn't opened and told him I didn't even like beer. He still seemed to believe it was my very car that had been spotted leaving the crack trailer. He went back to talk to the other policeman, who, I believe, told him that ours was the wrong car, because he came back, gave me back my license and said he was going to let me go, because he decided he believed my story. I was relieved of course. I had been getting ready to cry my eyes out.
I wished him luck on catching the crack heads. I'm sure not a fan of them.
After it was all over with, Doug and I started seeing the humor in the situation. He calls me crack-ho now.
I wonder what would have happened if they had searched the car? Nothing here but 59 packs of ketchup on the dash and a machete under the seat. It looks really bad because the child in the front seat has ketchup all over her chin. This doesn't look good. What's the machete for, Ms. Buchanan? -- Oh, we use that to hack our way in to find tomato vines!
It did get better though. Saturday we went to 280 to cash a check and then we went over to the water fountain and walked around it. Brandi threw in some coins. Then we went to McDonald's. We were starving. Brandi ate 6 chicken nuggets and over a half of a cheeseburger. We threw fries to the birds. It was so cute. There were about 6 little brown birds there. Before long, all of them had a fry in their mouth. It was so funny seeing little birds with our fries. Birds flying with fries -- too cute.
I took Brandi to get her hair cut and a new outfit for Friday when she gets her picture made. I wound up buying her 2 outfits. She's already wore both of them and messed them up! ha ha
We went to get Paul Sunday afternoon, or rather Doug did. I stayed home and baked a Pineapple upside down cake. It turned out perfect. I laughed in Doug's face because he didnt think I could make it if I didn't have explicit instructions wrote down as to how to do it!
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