The Police fiasco

For this post Chad shall be known as “the one that we don’t speak of”. I think that right now it’s not worth mentioning his name in this e-publication. I was working hard this morning trying to think up something to write about the illustrious one we don’t speak of. So I’m going to pull out (something that the person in questions should always do) a story from his past.

This story goes back to the first six months that he had moved in with Lara. Paul, Tamara, Lara, “the one we don’t speak of”, and I were going to either a sporting event or a concert in Denver. Somehow the determination was made that the one we don’t speak of should be the driver. So we squeezed into his CliTaurus and started the drive from Loveland to Denver. Not even two miles away from his house did we get pulled over by the police.

I was sitting in the passenger rear seat and noticed that it was a Colorado Highway Patrol car. One of our Frat brothers became a Colorado State Patrol Officer and we noticed when the officer got to the car that it was our friend. “The one we don’t speak of” immediately thought that he was going to get out of whatever this traffic offense was with a warning. The Officer whose name is Ian told “the one we don’t speak of” that his tags were expired by over 9 months. Guessing that “the one we don’t speak of” was going to get a ticket and not a warning I started to laugh.

“The one we don’t speak of” disagreed with this charge. For one last attempt at getting out of the ticket the perpetrator tried engaging in small talking the officer to get out of the ticket. Ian was not really moved by this and ran the drivers license and vehicle information. I started to laugh even more at the situation.

Ian came back to the car with the bad news. Since the registration was expired for more than 6 months he was supposed to take the driver to jail, but since he was a friend Ian was just going to let him go with a fine that should be mailed in to avoid any other fees from the agency.

Now that the altercation was over Ian asked if “the one we don’t speak of” still rode his crotch rocket. “The one that we don’t speak of” said, yes. Ian responded, “well then get your motorcycle endorsement”. I almost pee’d my pants from laughing so hard.

After this experience we headed back to Lara’s house and decided to drive in Paul’s car instead. For the rest of the night we all had the pleasure of listening to “the one we don’t speak of” bitch about how a friend and frat brother should just give a warning so someone. I laughed and egged him on a little bit, just to make it extra uncomfortable for the other people in the car.

P.S. I’m going to leave you with a quote from “The one that we don’t speak of, “Everyone Cheats!” When this statement was said, his fists were slamming on the table.