Here's my latest adventures. Nitz and I went to Sev last night for munchies. we both got a couple hot dogs, and I got a chocolate bar, and Nitz got a cup of sugar with Coffee. As we were loitering around inside the store, we noticed flashing lights coming from outside, which turned out to be lights on a couple cop cars. Then we noticed a guy standing right by the phone booth outside the store with his hands up. That was cool. We never found out what the guy did, but they hauled him away. Nitz hates the city cops for some irrational (in my opinion) reasons. So he figured the guy was probably innocent of whatever they got him for. Apparently, the cops saw the guy holding a knife, or something, but weren't able to find it. I dunno if he tossed it in the garbage can somewhere, or maybe didn't have one at all. But whatever. So as we were leaving, Nitz decides to be a goof, and kicks the door open. The door stayed open for about a quarter of a second, then swung shut again, hitting his hand that was holding the coffee (sugar). So Nitz drops the coffee on the ground, swears, makes a whole bunch of noise. I was just standing there, debating whether I should lambaste him for being a putz or stare at my shoes and pretend I didn't know him. I decided it would be more fun to chew him out for being such a silly fool. I then proceeded to demonstrate how you're supposed to open a door when you're holding stuff in your hands. You sort of turn your side/back to the door, and push with your hip/side/ass/back so you don't even have to use your hands. Then as you're walking through the door, you turn forward again. Works for me. Works for most people in the world, I"m sure. Doesn't work for Nitz. One of the cops was checking the garbage can right by the door for any weapon the guy might have had just as Nitz had his little episode. She just sort of looked at him like, "Who's this silly fool? Hey, why don't we just beat him up and cuff him and take him downtown just for the hell of it?" Then on the way home Nitz and I had a debate/argument/rant about how he thinks that the US government is doing everything right with this whole Iraq thing, and we should trust them completely, but the Calgary Police is corrupt and decietful and hypocritical and all that bad stuff. That's what he said, and I chewed him out for it.l
One other thing... My mom called the other day. I was surprised at first; couldn't figure out why my mom would make a long distance call to ME in the middle of the day. But whatever. She told me I'd gotten a letter from... now I forget what she said the name was. But it was to do with police or something. It had the word sherriff in it. And it sounded serious, and very bad. Then she asked me if I wanted her to open it or if she should just send it to me. I spent a hectic three seconds trying to think of anything I might've done in BC to which there might've been any witnesses, that was for sure definitely illegal, anything I might've done for which I hadn't paid off the appropriate authorities, or blackmailed the right people. Then I realized my hesitation was making me sound guilty enough, so I just said, "Sure, open it." Turns out I was being summoned for Jury duty. Me, summoned for jury duty. That's a larff. I wish I could've done it. I'd love to do that. Imagine, some poor schmuck's life in my hands. "He's guilty!! Give 'im the chair! Fry his ass!!! Mwahahahhaaaahahhaaaa!!" Boy, that'd be sweet. Here's the scary thing though. I lived in Vernon with my parents for a couple years. But how did the whosamawhatchamacallit dept. office of whatever of British Columbia track me down through my mother, who's now remarried with a different last name than mine, at an address I've never lived at?
Man, I really miss living in BC sometimes. I watn to get rich, then I'll move back there. It's God's country, I swear. That's why it's such an expensive place to live.
