Holy shit, I am so pissed off right now.
Last night, I went on my first movie date, courtesy a la Shawn. Caught the 10 PM showing of Benjamin Button, and as a result, were not out of the theatre until late. The whole evening was swell, except for the part, where, as he was in the process of dropping me off (it's a very long process you see, as we tend to chat for a while before getting out of the car) somebody called the cops on us for "suspicious activity, possibly robbery".
We knew there was something strange when the cop car pulled by, shined the flash light into the passenger's seat window (and into my face) and then proceeded to search the next couple of cars. Another cop car pulled by, and this time stopped next to us. Actually, they were more like cop SUV's and there were three of them total. The guy stuck his head into Shawn's window and asked if we had any weapons like guns, bombs, etc. and if we were planning on committing a robbery. On my house. Like there's anything in it really worth stealing. Okay, my computer, and maybe my dad's Oxycontin. But that's about it.
It would've been okay if he'd left us alone after we said no, and that that we were just chilling out after a date, but NOOOOOOO, the fucking guy HAD to ask me for ID. He just HAD to ask. The whole time he was giving poor Shawn (he's only 20, mind you) the evil eye and saying "I just want to make sure she's 18."
- Mood:
Outraged - Listening to: Depeche Mode
- Reading: The Island of Dr. Moreau
- Eating: fuckin breakfast
- Drinking: fuckin tea