Post by Jack of Blades on Oct 13, 2006 9:59:48 GMT -5
Here we go. Pulled over by the side by flashing sirens and coarse voices. The ultimate embarrassment for any one of any celebrity. Except for hosting a show that has Tom Cruise as an erratically-alert guest. Here I stand, at the wheel, looking at my mirror, seeing the ever sinister embodiment of the Phildelphia Police Department. Emerging like a great evil, the shadow eventually finds form with a cap and badge looking through the nearest window.
"License and registration", he states as a welcoming expression. The mantra of the bougeois road attendants.
I oblige handing over the authentification made for me by the WCF.
He asks if I knew why he stopped my vehicle.
I reply and remonstrate him for not asking 'do you know how fast you were going?' You have to have an order to these things.
He says he was more concerned about my car travelling down the wrong side of the road.
I sate his concern by telling him 'it's ok, I'm English.'
He asks where I'm supposed to be going.
'The Palandrome' I answer.
He nods with understanding. He calls back to 'Timmy' in his police car 'What's going on at the Palandrome, tonight?' Timmy replies in a shrill tone 'wrestling.'
He asked about my 'Hardcore Belt' sarcastically wondering whether I was 'Jack of Blades.'
I tell him that I am. He suddenly realises that I am of a substantial importance. He tells me that his kid loves me; that he's had to order the new plush doll for his kid. 'Fantastic' I reply, daunted by a miniture army of Jack of Blades invading the households of children. He asks for my autograph. I spit in a napkin and give it to him. I say it is better than an autograph as you can clone me if you have the necessary technology to do so.
He tells me 'well, seeing as it's you. Drive carefully.' I say I will do so as to confirm his awe at my status. I drive over his foot.
"License and registration", he states as a welcoming expression. The mantra of the bougeois road attendants.
I oblige handing over the authentification made for me by the WCF.
He asks if I knew why he stopped my vehicle.
I reply and remonstrate him for not asking 'do you know how fast you were going?' You have to have an order to these things.
He says he was more concerned about my car travelling down the wrong side of the road.
I sate his concern by telling him 'it's ok, I'm English.'
He asks where I'm supposed to be going.
'The Palandrome' I answer.
He nods with understanding. He calls back to 'Timmy' in his police car 'What's going on at the Palandrome, tonight?' Timmy replies in a shrill tone 'wrestling.'
He asked about my 'Hardcore Belt' sarcastically wondering whether I was 'Jack of Blades.'
I tell him that I am. He suddenly realises that I am of a substantial importance. He tells me that his kid loves me; that he's had to order the new plush doll for his kid. 'Fantastic' I reply, daunted by a miniture army of Jack of Blades invading the households of children. He asks for my autograph. I spit in a napkin and give it to him. I say it is better than an autograph as you can clone me if you have the necessary technology to do so.
He tells me 'well, seeing as it's you. Drive carefully.' I say I will do so as to confirm his awe at my status. I drive over his foot.
