Dad and the police
Man, I really, haven’t had that much to talk about lately.
Had a call from the police station (I think they all know me by name now?), but this time they were asking for my dad?! Well I told him my dad was mowing so he’d have to call back. *snicker*
My dad needs glasses to read sometimes, and when he forgets them, he has a tendancy to read the wrong things, or not read at all. Apparently at the gas station, since I’ve been teaching him to use his debit card to pay, he tried to use it. What he didn’t notice was the card didn’t take for some odd reason, but he was still able to get gas. I guess the gas company called the police on him thinking he purposefully stole gas. Jerks.
But as long as my dad pays for it and gives the receipt to the police tomorrow everything should be fine. But I was like all nervous. Doesn’t no one touch -my- daddy.
Man I slept rough last night, I feel like shit *yawn* Oh, by the way, Mel is moving in, if you didn’t see the announcement on the group blog. We’re all very excited over here 
I also joined some more cliques/fanlistings to the left there. Not easy finding ones I like, hrmph.
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One Response to “Dad and the police”
May 2nd, 2002 at 12:18 pm
heh paranoid gas stations, I have yet to use my debit card for gas, it just freaks me out somehow.
Lovely site by the way.