to know the name for. He hit it 100% three times, but they only gave two
prizes. Crazy Carnies.
It was a wonderful day on saturday.
Carnival rides and fireworks alone. Or what seemed like it.
I had something happen. A first.
So when the fireworks started it we were at the taco stand buying burritos and Jarritos, a Mexican pop that's pretty common in Yakima. Sean was freaking out because he wanted to be somewhere. I didn't know where, it was a secret. So when we got our plates and glass bottles, he started running, and I followed. We arrived at a small storage shed in the park, I left my hoodie and soda on the ground, and we climbed on top.
It was perfect. We sat and watched the fireworks, I don't know how long. There is no way to describe the amount of time. It was long and drawn out but short and succinct at the same time. It was just perfect. When it was about time to go, we hopped down and I grabbed my bottle and headed to the garbage can.
"Stop."
An authoritative voice that wasn't directed at me, of course. And even if it was, I was going to keep walking. I motion Sean to follow me but in trying to not let whoever it was behind me see, Sean didn't either.
"Stop!"
Its louder and meaner. And closer! I turn, and there's the guy behind me. Before I know what's going on he's talking into his walkie-talkie. He mutters to me but I miss the first part of what he was saying and all I hear is "...and I saw you up there, too." Too? As well? Well I can't deny climbing public property, but what else did I do?
"Is everything alright?" Sean asks, and the cop tells him to back off. A series of questions from both ends.
"What are you doing with that and why were you hiding it?" Pointing to my bottle. At this point the group of kids who had been near us, smoking and who knows what else, begin to move away.
"I'm done with it I was going to throw it away. I wasn't hiding it. (It was in my hind, fully on display.) Do you want it?"
"No I don't want it! Let me see that." Word to the wise, don't say you don't want something, then ask for it in your next sentence.
I hand it to him. He holds it up to his nose.
"This is alcohol!"
"Thats not alcohol! Its pop! I got it at the taco stand There's no alcohol in it at all."
"I can smell it!"
"Let me see that!" A man behind him speaks, he's not in uniform but the cop hands it to him. "This isn't alcohol."
"I can smell it!"
The man says what I heard as, "Its fruity and sweet! This is not alcohol. I've been drinking for twelve years, and this is no alcohol!"
Thank you! Some one who actually knows what they are talking about.
Someone who is competent!
"I have not been drinking or anything!"
"Yeah. I know."
I'm nearly out of my skull. Is he going to chew me out for climbing the building next? "So can I leave?"
"Yeah, yes, whatever."
So I leave and Sean asked what happened.
"He thought my soda was alcohol."
"Thats it?" That was all.
No other reason. And a waste of stress on everyones part.
If it had not been for my favorite drinker in the world I would have been... arrested? Taken to juvenile hall for the night?
So many questions.
In the mean time, Sean and I are in the developing stages of a video blog. This should be fun.
Good day to you.
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