Super good night

So in the interest of keeping up with the blog, and not having a story of my own yet, here’s a funny incident that one of my new friends told me about. It happened to two of his friends in SoCal last spring.

These two guys had been at a grad party which had gotten loud and a little out of control. As is the case with almost every high school party that is any fun at all, the cops showed up. Luckily, the two slipped out of a side door and jumped in their car. When they reached the end of the street, of course, there were two cop cars blocking the way.

The driver passed the breathalyzer but stupidly gave the suspicious cop the permission to search his car. The cop looked through the trunk and then moved on to the backseat asking the standard, “Is there anything I should know about in here?” questions. As far as the two boys knew, no, there was not.

That’s when the cop reached into the driver side seat pocket and pulled out… a handgun.

Now. I’m not sure what would be going through my mind if a police officer produced a firearm from my own car but I think it would be something to the gist of jumping into oncoming traffic.

The cop calmly told them to, “Put their hands where he could see them,” and “not make any sudden movements.” The pair complied, absolutely mortified.

“Does one of you want to tell me what the hell this is?”

The boys didn’t speak. The cop stood there looking at their ashen faces.

Then he started to chuckle.

“Just kidding,” he said, placing the gun back in his holster. “Have a nice night.” Clearly, Supertroopers has had a few unintended consequences.


Hope you guys are doing well.