A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection. The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed, and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you wereblowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. Inoticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker, And the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, naturally..... I assumed you had stolen the car."
There is a theory that every urban legend has core of truth, that something happened that started the urban legend. For example the legend of the lady who sold her soon-to-be-exhusband's brand new BMW for $50. Chances are someone, somewhere sold her husband's car dirt cheap just to spite him. Maybe it was $1,000, maybe it was a 3 year old Chevy. Probably not a brand new BMW. As the story gets around people embellish it and, as in the story above, the woman ends up in jail for a couple of hours. The cop probably just had her pull out all her information to confirm she owned the car. But that doesn't make as good a story.
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Two days after my ex made it clear he was gone for good and intended to get his stuff out of the house while I was gone so he could avoid talking to me (remember: he left only a letter to begin with; he didn't even have the guts to say he was leaving to my face), I had the locks changed on the house. Oh, he still got all his stuff, but he had to talk to me in order to do so; no more sneaking in like a burglar.
I would've gladly sold off his car if I'd been any further out of victim mode. I certainly hope THAT story's true.
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