Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Bad boys, bad boys.... whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you

So tonight Reagan had his first ride in a police car. 

I was minding my own business driving down the road when a standard construction zone came upon me. The asphalt company had scraped up the road (technical terminology) real good but apparently left an entire section of jagged concrete around a sewer hole. And yeah, I ran right over it. Me and about 4 other cars who also fell victim to it, pulled over on the side of the road. I totally befriended the cop and long story short- he drove us back to the tire place (w/ sirens for the enamored child) and offered Zach a job interview. 
Boom baby, as Zach would say . 

What an eventful and completely standard night for us. If someone was going to pop their tire on that today, it was going to be me. I have the worst luck with tires!

2 comments:

emry said...

how funny!! I would have been that 5th car with ya ashley! I have the worst luck with anything that has to do with vehicles!! must be a meiner thing?/?

Nancy Face said...

Popped tires:
NOT awesome. Not one bit. :(

Riding in a police car with a siren and not being under arrest:
COMPLETELY awesome! :)