Running into the Law.

I am not a criminal. But I did have a little snag with some police officers a few months ago... I am hesitant to publicize this, mostly because I'm pretty sure I never told my parents about this and I'm also fairly certain that my parents are the only people that read my blog... BUT. This is a pretty good story and I have another hour until my shift at work ends and I have run out of patience with my homework, so I'm going to share with you few readers about my little trouble with the law.

It all started because my roommates and I wanted to rent a redbox movie. After literally running to the redbox (we decided we would permit ourselves to lounge around all evening if we took a "jog" to the redbox located quite far from our apartment), we retrieved several movies. We then proceeded to watch these movies.

One movie we watched was titled Something Borrowed. It was a pretty good movie until the end. One of the main protagonists, Ethan, did not reach a satisfactory conclusion. My cool roommate and I were less than impressed. In fact, we were excruciatingly distressed.By the time the movie ended, it was approximately 2:30 in the morning. We decided in a fit of college-aged-female stupidity that we would express to the world our distress. We thought it would be a brilliant idea to exit our apartment and yell into the night. We did this. After we were outside, we began yelling things like "ETHAN!!! NOOOOO!!!! ETHAN NOOOOO!!!! PLEASE!!!" mixed with our loudest, most anguished screams.

Almost immediately after we began expressing our disappointment to the night air, we heard running footsteps. Figuring that someone thought we were in trouble, we thought it best to vacate the scene. We turned and started walking in the opposite direction of our apartment. Then we saw two cops running towards us, their hands reaching for the firearms on their belts. Unbeknownst to us, they had been literally standing around the corner when we started shrieking into the very still night air.

My first thought was "Oh, crap. These police people think we were being raped by some guy named Ethan. That is not the case."

I decided to play it cool and keep walking away, because maybe they wouldn't notice me?

They noticed me.

They were like; "Ma'am! Please come back here. Are you two okay?" all concerned and stuff. Cool roommate and I looked at each other sheepishly and were all "yeah..."

They asked us why we were screaming. I responded by saying; "We were extremely dissatisfied with the ending of a movie."

They reminded us that it was quite late at night (actually, it was pretty early in the morning, but I wasn't exactly in the position to correct them). And expressed concern for our safety, as we were yelling as if we were being attacked. They were pretty annoyed. I suppose this is reasonable, I'm sure they thought they were about to get some serious police-y action, which is probably pretty rare in Prove, Utah. I am sorry to have disappointed them.

We promised to stop making loud panicked screams and said we would return to our place of residence. (although we walked around to a different entrance to our building so they wouldn't see where we lived and then come back to arrest us or something) As we walked away, the more good-natured of the two asked us "By the way, what was the movie?"

We told him.

He told us that he agreed that the ending was horrible.

Well, at least our screaming was justified.

-E