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I once got a ticket for jaywalking. In DC. Murder capital of the country (at the time, don't know if it's still true), and the cops have nothing better to do than hand out tickets to pedestrians?
I threw it out, never paid it, and no one has ever come after me for my $5.
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quote:Originally posted by rollainm: *frantically looks up "uprooted" in the phone book*
Whew, I knew there was a good reason I didn't use my real name as my screen name!
Yeah, just 5 bucks. Sure glad it wasn't 50! It made me laugh. I was the idiot who showed her my i.d. when she asked for it -- I mean, is it illegal to walk down the street w/o your DL? I shoulda said my name is Barbra Streisand or something. Too danged honest, I guess, even if I do have an evil "run across the street on the red when no cars are coming" streak! (is that jaywalking? or is it only when you cross at a non-intersection?)
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I wear socks that have holes in them. But I keep a pair of slippers in my glove compartment in the event that I might have to go inside an Asian person's house.
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I'm chatoic evil, and no-one suspects. MUHUHAHAHAA!
Wait... what I meant was... I like ferrets! Or I still would if all their attempts on my life hadn't left me allergic...
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I, not used to having a dress code on Sunday mornings, accidentally put my muddy gym shoes on instead of my dress shoes, and tracked mud all through the sanctuary... You know, It is true... I feel as if I can face this now... And I couldn't until I acknowledged it. After all, Monsters live in the dark.
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I wore khaki capris and a white tank top to my department's end of the year reception. No one knows because when I walked past the window I snuck a peak. Everyone was dressed significantly more formally. I ran home and threw on a skirt and heels. So instead of being underdressed, I was a half hour late.
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When I was 12 I convinced my little brother that I was trying to shoot out the window of my uncles tractor with a pellet gun, but I just kept missing. Bragging about what a good shot he was, he shot out the window and got in a whole heckuva lot of trouble.
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