Felony

So now that I've written four letters (thanks for all of your comments guys. You are all so great. And Brain is a lot like Brian. ha ha), I'm moving on to something strange that happened last week.

I went with a couple of friends up Logan canyon at like midnight to watch the meteor showers after submitting to attacks of peer pressure that I needed to stop working so much and take a break for an hour or two to see a heavenly spectacle. I don't regret it. I got to make a lot of wishes that night, and we had a lot of fun chatting and joking while lying on a blanket at the side of the road.

We cut through campus on the way home and we saw the car in front of us get pulled over by USU bicycle cops. It was a funny site. We laughed at them, and someone announced how embarrassing it was to be pulled over by University bicyclists, so we laughed harder.

Until one of them started chasing us on his bike.

We were literally two blocks from home and we were getting pulled over by a man in tight pants.

And of course I hate to buckle up, so as I'm turning around to look at the cop, I stealthily grab the seat belt and pull it with me while I'm turning back around, but I couldn't get it snapped in place before the cop came up to the window, so I pinned it between my elbow and hip and tried to look relaxed like I didn't have anything to hide, but scared enough to look like I understood the seriousness of being pulled over. I had to do this while struggling to keep the seat belt from snapping back up behind my shoulder. That wasn't exactly easy.

My driver friend asked the cop what the problem was, and he asked for her liscense, registration, and proof of insurance, so she popped open her glove compartment and complied with him, asking him again what the problem was. He didn't respond for a while. He went to the back end of the SUV and flashed his light in the trunk. We thought he might be searching for someone in the trunk or something, and then someone said that this might be a joke because the cops were bored and they were just looking for something to pull someone over for.

The cop came back and told her that ONE of her TWO lights on the license plate was out, and that's why he pulled her over.

I'm like, say WHAT? You can't pull someone over for that. Only one of the lights has to work if the other light shines enough. These cops must be really bored. This is a waste of time. I need to get to sleep.

I didn't say that out loud though. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have had the chance to because of what happened next:

Cop: "What's in that bottle?"

[everyone looks around for a bottle. driver lady sees a bottle of pills in the glove compartment]

Driver Lady: "Um, looks like Ibuprofen."

Cop: "Is it labelled?"

Driver Lady: "No, but I'm pretty sure it's Ibuprofen. It looks like it. But I'm not sure. This is my dad's car."

Cop: "Well, that's a felony."

Driver Lady: "To have Ibuprofen?"

Cop: "To have anything in a bottle like this unlabelled."

Driver Lady: "Well, this is my dad's car, so I'm really not sure..."

Everyone kinda froze at this point. I was thinking that I have to work, pack, move, and clean, and that I definitely didn't have time to go to jail. So crap crap crap crap crap.

The cop went back to his partner to check about some stuff before saying anything else to us.

He gave us a warning to fix our light and to tell the dad not to do that with his pills again.

Then we went home.

It was seriously a joke.