I found it from me typing it up for Kuus, once upon a time:
)So, back when I was young and stupid and in college, I was 'kinda' dating Ex-ass-ferret. It was an on-again, off again disaster of lean-to relationship, pity, and him flucking w/ my head. So...he was interested, I was trying to keep arm's length but still be friends, it was 'fuzzy'. If I'd have been more emo and on FB, I would have loved the 'it's complicated' choice.
He had dropped out of school and was living 'at home' w/ his family. Since home was a disaster (his diagnosed sociopath father was in the midst of divorcing his mother--but they were still living together. But each had a BF/GF. Oh, and there was the new stepsister born about then...there wee restraining orders andwho was moving out/moving back changed constantly), he'd visit college often and I'd let him stay at our place (he was also friends w/ roomie).
So, EAF calls and wants to come visit for the weekend. My 'crap, he is trying to make this into something romantic' radar was alerted and I told him that we were NOT dating, but he could come visit--but FTR, I was not going to be there--I'd be driving home on Friday night to go to a family birthday party.
He said that was fine, but could we at least get dinner and I (stupidly) said 'sure'. He was finishing work and would come out, take me to dinner (as 'rent' for the weekend) and I'd go home .So, I called my folks, told them I'd be later than I planned. I skipped dinner at the dining hall and hung out in my apartment. It got later and later...he didn't answer his cell (FTR, he was a liar so the explanation he offered, which I don't remember, may or may not have been truth--I believed it then). I gave up and I ate something (I had next to nothing to eat--I didn't have a food budget because I was on a meal plan. TMI, I also, at that point, was having real difficulty w/ IBS so eating on schedule = incredibly important. ANd this flubbed it up BADLY.
Eventually, he calls, claims he got stuck at work or something and he's on his way. He arrives after 8 pm. NOTHING is open because this is weetiny town and it's late and it's valentine's day weekend--so the only place in town has a 2 hour wait time. So...he drove me 1/2 hour away to Denny's for food. (Because he wasn't to good for Dennys but was to good for the truckstop outside of town I preferred that advertised they had 'good eats' based on the sign out front--don't judge me, they had INCREDIBLY good biscuits and gravy!)
So...we drive there and, on our way back, we stop at an intersection in a wee tiny town and we stop long enough to have this conversation:Me: What's that car doing?
EAF: I have no idea
ME: Do they realize they don't have to stop?
EAF: I guess not
ME: Drunk?
EAF: Maybe.
So after waiting for an incredibly long period of time for a car that was stopped in the intersection (the other car = no stopsign. Us = stopsign) he turned in front of the car. (so, this wasn't his fault. which is amazing, he was a HORRID driver. I'm a speed demon but he was redonk. ANd he liked to watch DVDs on his car DVD system illegally while driving. He also read while driving--and had a job at the time where he'd drive around all day for a living.)..The moment we turned, the car turned on it's flashers.
Apparently it was a cop car. Cops claimed we did a roling stop and turned in front of them. bullocks.
So, they take EAF's license and run it.
They come back and ask how much cash we have on us. Now, it was phrased so that it sounds e asking about fines/bail but...there was a 'vibe'. I"m mostly sure I was being asked for a bribe. Apparently a checkbook isnt helpful when your'e asked for a bribe.
So the officer asks EAF to step out of the car...license is apparently suspended. Now, EAF's take on things is that mail was chaos (see the above divorce dibacle w/ his parents where his mail went), he paid that speeding ticket and never got any notification of late fees for it. But EAF was a liar so, who knows.
Regardless, they cuffed him .Takes me 15 minutes to convince the cops that, yes, I CAN drive a stick shift; since EAF is willing to give me his card, ATM card, PIN, etc, that I can drive home, get $ and bail his azz out.
So, I follow the cop car until it disappears (leaving me in the dust--cop car can get away w/ 70 mph on icy backroads in Feb in the artic north...I, however, cannot).
I get to an ATM, get cash (put gas in his car too--he was *this close* to running out of gas. I do now wonder if that was the plan for the 'date'...but I don't think he was planning that well--he ran out of gas all the damn time).
I drive back to collegetown, which, convienently, is where they put EAF. I go in I figure out paperwork and pay his bail--finally get it paid around midinght. EAF is chained to a bench somewhere in the system...so in Feb, in MI, they say they'll let me know when they finish processing.
Okay soo...I sat on the bench in the 'lobby'--the 'lobby' being the 4'x4' area between two sets of doors.Where there was no heat.The bench was betwee to pillars so I couldn't even hang off the end...I just put my coat over me and curled up on it and tried not to freeze as the door opened constantly and I ahd to make sure I was out of reach of drunks and whomever they were dragging into/out of jail.
Until 4 am.4 am, on valentine's day, as I shivered on a bench in the 'lobby' of the jail, I wondered if I'd ever find this funny...and then they let him out, I went back, slept for 3 hours, and drove home--missing most of my dad's bday party (and I had NOT called my parents who were wondering WTF I was and if I had died.).And I didn't ditch EAF at that point because I was stupid.
the end.