Tornado Tuesday Blog Hop – Handcuffs Week
Handcuffs – our hot word this week. Hmmm. Well, when I was 16, I got plastered at a guys house after a basketball game. Having told my parents I’d be home at 10, I don’t know why at 2am I figured they wouldn’t be worried.
I found out that neither of the people in the house I was at drove, I didn’t have a license yet, and my friend that had taken me was already gone. So, having no other options, I walked a few miles in the dark to her house, where I knocked on her window, and called my mom.
Who came to get me in stony silence as I tried to convince her the reeking booze smell was some type of gum.
My dad had other ideas. He was furious, and immediately took me to the police station to have them scare me straight. So they handcuffed me to the bench, questioned me, and I lied. I told them the Mountain Dew had been spiked long before I got to the house, and I wouldn’t give them the names of the people I had been with.
I was charged with underage drinking. I appeared in court, with both my parents, a few weeks later and placed on 3 months probation and fined. The judge asked me if I wanted to keep my drivers license and I flippantly said, “I don’t even have one.” He replied annoyed, “Well, do you want one anytime soon?”
When people asked me what I had learned from it, I always said defiantly, “Not to go home next time.”
I was an evil child.
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