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Well, the ride home was going rather uneventful, I started to doze off so Dizzy took the wheel while I caught some shut eye cause I was tired and had a lot on my mind, but all would not be so easy.
There was a massive three car pileup on 80 East so traffic came to a crawl. Well, right then my Jeep died. Alternator, Battery, whatever, Spark was weak, voltmeter on the dash was Dead and the headlights were barely on. The engine stayed running for another 5 minutes then just Died.
Well, since the New Jersey state police were all over that accident like stink on shit and us just happening to break down within shouting distance of 3 destroyed vehicles, we got a Visit from your local JBT.
It started off nice and dandy, he seemed like a nice guy and started talking to Dizzy while I was calling AAA and then whilst peering into my fucking Jeep, he noticed a live 30-30 round. A single cartridge sitting in my center console.
Well, the cop proceeded to go FUCKING BONKERS. He separated Dizzy and I, told me to hang up the phone with AAA and then interrogated me about the contents of the vehicle. I showed him my license, my Connecticut State pistol permit and all that fun stuff, angrily asked if I was a criminal or had a warrant for my arrest or any of that happy horseshit.
So he went into his car and ran the info I'm sure, or just sat there giggling to himself as Dizzy and I were wondering if the cuffs were going on but eventually came back out. He threw the pistol permit, my driver's license into the vehicle along with the single 30-30 bullet into my car and then told me that if he ever saw me in the state of New Jersey again I'd be in 'BIG TWOUBLE'.
But right there was THE BEST PART. I couldn't hear this guy in general because we were standing on the side of a busy interstate, but he had this 'off the boat' Chinese accent. I had to ask him numerous times to repeat himself because I could not for the life of me figure out what he was trying to say sometimes. I guess you had to be there, but when he yelled "I AWEADY CAHWED TWIPPAH A" over the intercom, it took every ounce of me not to laugh in that dire situation. I took the guy seriously until he said that.
Not going to lie, at the time we were terrified cause this guy was PISSED, but looking back on it now, without a ticket and a stern warning, it was funny as fuck. That guy went from Zero to fucking JBT in 2 seconds flat over a single 30-30 round.
I guess I'll be applying for my NJ state weapons permit.
There was a massive three car pileup on 80 East so traffic came to a crawl. Well, right then my Jeep died. Alternator, Battery, whatever, Spark was weak, voltmeter on the dash was Dead and the headlights were barely on. The engine stayed running for another 5 minutes then just Died.
Well, since the New Jersey state police were all over that accident like stink on shit and us just happening to break down within shouting distance of 3 destroyed vehicles, we got a Visit from your local JBT.
It started off nice and dandy, he seemed like a nice guy and started talking to Dizzy while I was calling AAA and then whilst peering into my fucking Jeep, he noticed a live 30-30 round. A single cartridge sitting in my center console.
Well, the cop proceeded to go FUCKING BONKERS. He separated Dizzy and I, told me to hang up the phone with AAA and then interrogated me about the contents of the vehicle. I showed him my license, my Connecticut State pistol permit and all that fun stuff, angrily asked if I was a criminal or had a warrant for my arrest or any of that happy horseshit.
So he went into his car and ran the info I'm sure, or just sat there giggling to himself as Dizzy and I were wondering if the cuffs were going on but eventually came back out. He threw the pistol permit, my driver's license into the vehicle along with the single 30-30 bullet into my car and then told me that if he ever saw me in the state of New Jersey again I'd be in 'BIG TWOUBLE'.
But right there was THE BEST PART. I couldn't hear this guy in general because we were standing on the side of a busy interstate, but he had this 'off the boat' Chinese accent. I had to ask him numerous times to repeat himself because I could not for the life of me figure out what he was trying to say sometimes. I guess you had to be there, but when he yelled "I AWEADY CAHWED TWIPPAH A" over the intercom, it took every ounce of me not to laugh in that dire situation. I took the guy seriously until he said that.
Not going to lie, at the time we were terrified cause this guy was PISSED, but looking back on it now, without a ticket and a stern warning, it was funny as fuck. That guy went from Zero to fucking JBT in 2 seconds flat over a single 30-30 round.
I guess I'll be applying for my NJ state weapons permit.
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