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What would you place in a personal ad if you were making one?
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What is the biggest lie you ever told? What were the consequences?
You know, some of these things always seem big when they happen, then you look back on them and wonder why you were so scared. Biggest lie I've ever told would have to have been the Chris-thing...
Just fumble around for a bit in your bag, Katie. Yeah, great move. Why in hells name don't I ever keep my mobile next to me? Oh, shit!
A loud screech could be heard from every car around, as Katie swirved around the enormously sized truck that looked like it was about to destory her.
Okay, why didn't I just slam on the breaks? It's all right ...
CRASH!
Oh, god. This is not going to end well.
A lanky sort of bloke surveyed the damage on his car as Katie took many, many deep breaths before taking off her seatbelt and calmly walking out of her own car. She kept her eyes on the man as he turned and fixed her with an unreadable look.
Think quick, Katie!
"Look ..." she says, "I know what I'll do, I'll just call my Captain, we can have this all figured out."
"Sorry?" He sounds miffed.
"My captain." She repeats. God, what is she doing?
"You're a cop?"
She nods.
"Uh ... look, it's all right. It's only a scratch." He points a little tentatively to the completely mangled tail light.
"Are you sure?"
Well, nothing happened to my car, the whole 'I'm a cop' thing worked wonders! Hey, I should use that thing more often. Ha!
Work was perfectly fine that morning. After a rather interesting start to her day, things were going smoothly. She's talking to Jena when she sees to uniformed police officers entering through the doors. Letting out a tiny smirk as she remembers the look on that guy's face ...
Oh. My. God.
"You've got to be joking." She says aloud.
"What?" Jena asks.
He's staring at her. Up goes an eyebrow. Oh, god, he's pissed. All right, back away, Katie. Slowly and carefully, just back away. It's all right, he can't kill you. Remember, that's illegal. Oh no, crap! He can arrest you! All right, RUN!
"Miss?"
Kill me.
"My name is Sergent Chris Packton." He smirks.
Okay, is he amused because he knows where I'm about to end up or ...?
Five hours later, by some strange twist of fate, the two run into each other again in a coffee shop. Life is so odd.
Many typos.
What is the biggest lie you ever told? What were the consequences?
You know, some of these things always seem big when they happen, then you look back on them and wonder why you were so scared. Biggest lie I've ever told would have to have been the Chris-thing...
Just fumble around for a bit in your bag, Katie. Yeah, great move. Why in hells name don't I ever keep my mobile next to me? Oh, shit!
A loud screech could be heard from every car around, as Katie swirved around the enormously sized truck that looked like it was about to destory her.
Okay, why didn't I just slam on the breaks? It's all right ...
CRASH!
Oh, god. This is not going to end well.
A lanky sort of bloke surveyed the damage on his car as Katie took many, many deep breaths before taking off her seatbelt and calmly walking out of her own car. She kept her eyes on the man as he turned and fixed her with an unreadable look.
Think quick, Katie!
"Look ..." she says, "I know what I'll do, I'll just call my Captain, we can have this all figured out."
"Sorry?" He sounds miffed.
"My captain." She repeats. God, what is she doing?
"You're a cop?"
She nods.
"Uh ... look, it's all right. It's only a scratch." He points a little tentatively to the completely mangled tail light.
"Are you sure?"
Well, nothing happened to my car, the whole 'I'm a cop' thing worked wonders! Hey, I should use that thing more often. Ha!
Work was perfectly fine that morning. After a rather interesting start to her day, things were going smoothly. She's talking to Jena when she sees to uniformed police officers entering through the doors. Letting out a tiny smirk as she remembers the look on that guy's face ...
Oh. My. God.
"You've got to be joking." She says aloud.
"What?" Jena asks.
He's staring at her. Up goes an eyebrow. Oh, god, he's pissed. All right, back away, Katie. Slowly and carefully, just back away. It's all right, he can't kill you. Remember, that's illegal. Oh no, crap! He can arrest you! All right, RUN!
"Miss?"
Kill me.
"My name is Sergent Chris Packton." He smirks.
Okay, is he amused because he knows where I'm about to end up or ...?
Five hours later, by some strange twist of fate, the two run into each other again in a coffee shop. Life is so odd.