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What irritates you?
somthing irking you? pissing you off? rant about it here.
somthing irking you? pissing you off? rant about it here.
somthing irking you? pissing you off? rant about it here.
(it wasn't really that bad, just frustrating)
what I cant understand is.... there were TWO of them...
I can see if maybe one by themself might think what I was wearing matched the guy they were looking for, or something, and he would react quick, without thinking a lot....
but for two of them to do that, and one of them didnt stop and go "wait a minute dude.... that guy isnt black"?
the guy that ran the Debate stuff at Johnson wanted me to do it, but I refused, and did Speech instead - they offered a humorous interpretation category that I couldnt pass up....
Gotta start wearing that ABBA T-shirt and the rainbow wig again. Oversize clown shoes would probably help.
Luckily I've never been on the 'cuffed' side of the cops.
Last time I was in Menard's something kinda odd happened... the second I walked in the door the cust. service desk paged on the intercom something like; "Security Code D at the service desk."
Then, every time I walked near another counter I heard "Security Code D at Paint Desk"; Plumbing, Appliances, etc... etc... everywhere I went in the store they did this same page on the intercom. I picked up a few things and went to the checkout. "Security Code D" came out of the exit desk attendant as I was walking out. I seriously thought I was going to be nabbed in the parking lot and dragged back inside, but nothing happened. I dunno if they thought I was packing heat or something but it was definitely weird.
seems like just about the time I go "hmmm.... I havent been busted by the cops for something completely ridiculous in a while" that it'll happen pretty soon after....
last winter, Carolyn was making manicotti, one night, and needed some more ricotta cheese for it... so I ran to cub foods over in Sun Ray to get some, as well as some other groceries...
I was there for like a half an hour, before finding out that the ATM wasnt working, so I had to go to the other Cub, further down White Bear Ave, in Maplewood...... that should tell you what I had to deal with already - Maplewood cops...
anyhow...
I get the groceries, and start heading home, and get pulled over, right by Aldrich Arena.... cop sits there for like 15 mins, without coming up to me.... turns out he was radioing in for backup..... 5 additional cars worth....
they had me pull into the S.A. parking lot, and then THREW me out of the car, and into a squad, no questions asked.... didnt even have time to cuff me - I was in my pajammas, by the way - and they took my shoes, before they wrestled me into the squad car... evidentlly to look for drugs...
so they tear the car apart, spreading my belongings all over the lot, to find nothing at all.... and as their doing this, one of them comes, pulls me outta the car, because he wants to talk to meÂ….
My cell phone rings, just then, and its Carolyn – she had called, right as I was being pulled over, and wanted to know what was up…. So I answer infront of him, and go “hold on… I think they want to kick my ass some more”….
So im standing there, in my pajammas, no shoes, and its freezing outside…. and the cop goes “Where is it?”….
“where’s what?”
“don’t be stupid, you know what I’m talking about…. Wheres the stuff you stole from that warehouse?”
Turned out that they had a call, about 20 minutes earlier, about a car with a loud muffler that stole a buncha crap from a warehouse, someplace in whitebear lakeÂ….. no other description, other than thatÂ….
After I got that bit of info from him I say “look…. All you found in my car was a couple bags of groceries…. And im standing out here in my f**king pajammas…. You tell me, where the hell the stuff is!
I told him that I had been at another cub foods around the time that I was supposedly stealing whatever it was that went missing, and he could feel free to check the security tapes thereÂ….
He didnÂ’t need to, because evidentlly they felt they had the wrong guy, after DESTROYING the inside of my car, and coming up empty handedÂ….
AND leaving me to pick up the mess in the parking lotÂ…
DudeÂ…. ItÂ’s the east side of saint paulÂ…. How many fÂ’n cars do you think there are around there with noisey mufflers?!?! Cause I can think of about 10Â….
Its like playing the lottery.... they've gotta have a camera crew with them eventually, right?
Pigs, man.
I'm COLD. I've had to break out my long johns and things that I haven't taken out of the box since I was there.
I once played against a soccer team of "sheriffs" which felt it necessary to tell us they were sheriffs - when the game got too rough.
I asked them, so what are you going to do? after the game, run outside and write down all of our license plate numbers? Great you are 'sheriffs' I'm the queen of england.
turns out they weren't actual sheriffs (well they were and they weren't) they were jailers, who most of the beat sheriffs out here think are crap.
Pull me outta the car, my passenger (she was cute, but now pissed off). More squads show up, and again I am sitting on a cop car hood, in handcuffs getting the fifth degree. They tear the truck apart looking for weapons, and keep asking where I have them hidden and what I was doing. Repeat story of camping and stuff... Finally with all my stuff laying on the ground, they can't find any weapons - DUH that's what I keep telling you. OK, well here is a ticket anyway, but you can go.
I turn around and who is standing there in the crowd watching, but my Pop with a big smile on his face. He was apparently driving past and recognized the ride and parked and got in with the peanut gallery of a crowd and then had a good laugh after the cops spilt.
Pissed me off that I then had to clean up all my stuff, but was a pretty funny adventure, that I knew the folks would believe, since one of them was standing there watching the whole thing.
I was pulled over on Earl, right over here on the east side, by my house....
I wasnt speeding, or anything else....
I had my liscense, and insurance info ready for the copper, when he walked up....
conversation:
him - "You know why I pulled you over?"
me - "uhh..... no..."
him - "Good. Lets keep it that way."
then he got back into his car and left....
just got home from the Klondike Kate CD release party... there is a certain person who is very controlling and has a habit of rubbing people the wrong way....
So I'm having a good time with 2 good friends having a Christmas drink together when the "person" interrupts us to ask my friend about a schedule she is doing (for carnival), explaining that she is waiting to hear back on a couple of places... she DEMANDED that my friend get her the schedule by Sunday night or she is going ahead and scheduling the time..... "you can't do that, what if the time you schedule doesn't work for the places..."
This goes back and forth for about 10 mins... my friend is trying to stay positive, but yet not being pushed around... and this person was down right rude and nasty in her tone, body language and in her words... I found myself beginning to shake from my rage that was coming to a head...
I finally stood up and put myself between my friend and this person, " you are a F B. I am trying to enjoy a christmas drink with my friend so you are done and you need to walk away NOW... thank you she says and grabs my hands.... I squeezed her back very hard and repeated NOW WALK AWAY.... she did....
So if you all start to here rumors about an incident at Mancini's that would be me. (I was assured by my 2 friends that she will be telling everyone that will listen about what happen and she will be the victim)...
Whatever!
What if we see one of the Kates holding her microphone with her elbows? :wink:
It's both physical and mental numbness. The physical side is being treated with old lady pressure socks and the mental side is being treated with vodka. :wink:
Speaking of, won't I see you at my doctors appointment about 8 tonight? :litesmile:
This exact time of year about 10 years ago I was bringing home a black (yes it's important) employee of mine on the East Side after working late one night. I swung into the gas station on Johnson Pky only to see it was closed. I get a few blocks away and just around the corner from his apartment, we're instantly surrounded by 6 cop cars all skidding in with their roof lights on and spot lights directed right at both of us. WTF!? We both look at each other and asked what the hell the other one was wanted for. Nothing of course. They had us do the whole get out and lie in the snowy, muddy street while they cuffed us and walked us back to different cars while holding a gun to our heads.
It looked like they thought they just caught the Dillinger gang or something. After a while I asked WTF the deal was and it turns out that they did what they did because my -NOT- license plates came back as stolen. One plate was on the car. Which was registered to my gray Mercury Cougar. Did I mention that the plate was on the car that it was registered to? Sheesh!
When I pointed out the fact that it was a match and wanted to be let go they said that I better be quiet or they'll give me a ticket for the Christmas lights I had in my back window. Talk about a scrooge.
Anyway, we both figured that they had nothing better to do and when they noticed a white guy in a suit driving with a black guy late at night in the East Side, there had to be something up. The cop that seen us together was apparently at that gas station and thought we were going to rob the place but took off once we seen him. Yeah right. Ummm OK. Whatever.
My plates were still listed as stolen even after I received two duplicate sets of new ones from the state. I had to call the precincts where they took the reports and say that I found them or the same thing would happen again. I was able to get a statement from a Washington county judge that said it was OK for me to have only the back plate displayed on my car since the front one was stolen so many times.
Of course now I have a different plate that teenagers don't necessarily care to have. :wink: :smile:
Good photo too Kat :smile:
Nice sentimental memories to read through one last time anyway.
Something you can do with your old plates...
 MN License Plate Purse
Interesting design but I'll be dammed to pay $55 for it.
yea, you can carry a purse for a lot cheaper than that!
"You want fries with that?"
The constant feeling of impending doom
Anything we can do to help?
I honestly dont know which way is up, right now...
starting off shoveling in this god forsaken cold and wind. Snowblower wouldn't start.
figured out i need to put some more plastic on some windows that i screw'd up when i did those before.
finding out the heat on the van is screw'd again...trying to fix it on my own for an hour...no luck.
back to shoveling some more...broke a digging tool.
back sore and broken.
minor plumbing issues...damn kids.. or dog...who jammed a tennis ball in the crappier they float...I mean who jammed it??? thank god it didn't go down any further....
The big kid used the snowblower the other day and said the rope went inside the engine. No big deal because we also have electric start. Or we did, until the gear decided not to pop out to engage the flywheel. So I have a nice big hunk of metal in the garage that is too cold to work on.
But I can hit a button and listen to it Ziiiiinnnggg though.
I love my crappy plastic shovel. Anyone want to go snowmobiling on my driveway?
This morning at about 12:30 am I hear a SNOWBLOWER being used on the driveway side of the house - I make a mad dash to the front door in pajamas to throw the cable clear or yank it up out of the snow so it is visible. Turns out he already blowed the snow in front of the door and was bringing the blower across to the next townhome.
He gave me a scared look when this half-dressed guy dives to the ground front of his idleing snowblower. - The cable had become tangled on one of the little wheels on the side of the blower's intake. He has no clue it was even there - the cable is bright orange for chrissake!