I had to go to the Roseville police station today to get my
fingerprints taken.
Now before you let
your mind run wild with possible crimes I could have committed, I will tell you
it was only for a job. But while I was there it reminded me of the time I went
on a date to the Logan County Police station.
That wasn’t our original date plan either.
I had dated a kid in high-school but he left my junior year
on a mission. I dated other people, but
we still wrote each other frequently. So
when the two years were up and it was time for him to come home, I was really
nervous to see him again. However, true
to his style he called me the second day he was home and said “I’m coming to
Logan tomorrow and we’re going on a date.”
I immediately called my mom who promptly told me she was coming over to
Logan so she could see him as well. (He was pretty good friends with her).
My roommates had heard stories about this
kid so as the time of our date approached I noticed a strange trend
emerging. All my roommates were slowly
migrating to the couch to watch this awkward reunion. The knock came when I was in my bedroom. I ran
calmly walked to the front room.
There he was. After two years I was finally seeing him again. He hugged my mom first, shook all my
roommates’ hands, and then, to my roommates delight, gave me the weirdest
handshake hug. I shoved him out
the door before we could embarrass ourselves anymore.
At dinner we had an interesting conversation about dates. We
talked about cool dates and lame dates. He thought the lamest thing a guy could
do was take a girl to the temple to walk around. Since he is not the lamest guy in the world
he would take a girl to a park instead. That way you could sit on some swings
or go down some slides. If you were really cool you would find a park that had
all of this and that overlooked the temple.
He said he was an expert at taking girls on non-lame dates.
After dinner we hopped back in the car and as we were
driving to our non-lame date activity we got side swiped by a truck. Everyone
was OK and nothing really serious happened except the front bumper of his car
was mangled.
The police came. Took statements, and told us to wait. I could tell my date was very embarrassed and
uncomfortable so I tried to make the situation better by saying this was
definitely a non-lame date. He didn’t appreciate
it. That’s when things got really interesting.
The cop in charge came back to our car and said:
Cop: “Since you are out of state we need you to come down
to the station with us?”
Date: “Why”
Cop: “You were involved in an accident and blah blah
I don’t remember everything he said but something to do about a fine for being in a wreck and blah
blah since you live out of state we have a lot of runners so we need you to
come down to the department to pay your bail.”
Date: “Wait, what? A bail?? I’m on a date. Can’t I pay
this another time?”
Cop: “You can come pay it willingly now, or we need to
arrest you.”
Date: “OK I’ll come with you.”
We followed the officer to the police station and I noticed
he was a K-9 cop. So I asked him about his dog. Could I see his
dog? Could I pet his dog? Had his dog ever done drug searches in
schools? He had!! Well had he ever done
drug searches at Rich High school because that’s where I had gone to school. The
whole time my date was mortified and was trying to get me to hush up. “Lindsey
shh,” “Lindsey it doesn’t matter.” As we
walked into the police station I looked around and said very loudly “Hmm this
is the first time I’ve been on a date to a police station before!!” My date gave me the dirtiest look and walked
to the window to pay his “bail.” As we
walked back to the car I couldn’t help but make one more insey teeney weeney
comment, “You’re right, this is much better than walking around the temple!!”
And that’s how I ended up at Police station on a date!
