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Nothing good came from living on the island.
We, the man I was seeing at the time and I, were almost arrested on New Year's Eve 2009 by the scariest Southern-stereotype sheriff's deputy I've ever encountered (actually, I've never encountered one but this dude was scary). His name was actually named Bubba Hogg. I'm not kidding. I had visions of my friend and I ending up in the marsh as "gater bait."
I was driving but demanded my friend's license. He was in the passenger seat so I'm not sure why he needed his license. I had ran out of gas and had pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road to wait on the AAA wrecker. When my friend explained that he did not have his license, again I was driving, the deputy had my friend step out of the vehicle for a pat down. I'm not kidding. He then handcuffed him and escorted him to the cruiser for him to contact the dispatcher and look something up on the on board computer. Bubba repeatedly made references to my friend "looking like one of them there 'furiners'." He made a number of references to him being "Al Kader." Now, mind you, this was Gator Bowl weekend and the area was filled with "out-of-towners in their fancy duds." Seriously, who talks that way except on really bad detective dramas and B movies?
The only reason the "lawman" stopped was I had my flashers on waiting for AAA to show up because I ran out of gas. Every bad Hollywood script about South Georgia flashed through my mind. Really, they can't write a script like this.
When the wrecker arrived, I was even more frightened as my friend was handcuffed in the back of a police car and I was alone on dark, deserted highway with an officer named Bubba Hogg, his partner, and a wrecker drive who looked like he had just been released from the Florida State prison system. The wrecker driver had prison tattoos all over his neck and knuckles and he and Bubba were laughing about a cross burning in Callahan.
When they finally hooked up my vehicle to the wrecker they let my friend out of the cruiser and we climbed into the cab of the truck for the wrecker ride back to my place. Needless to say this was a New Years Eve to remember and should have been a warning of the year to follow. By the way, our romantic evening was also shot to _ _ _ _.!
Marsh in the Daylight
Nothing good came from living on the island.
We, the man I was seeing at the time and I, were almost arrested on New Year's Eve 2009 by the scariest Southern-stereotype sheriff's deputy I've ever encountered (actually, I've never encountered one but this dude was scary). His name was actually named Bubba Hogg. I'm not kidding. I had visions of my friend and I ending up in the marsh as "gater bait."
I was driving but demanded my friend's license. He was in the passenger seat so I'm not sure why he needed his license. I had ran out of gas and had pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road to wait on the AAA wrecker. When my friend explained that he did not have his license, again I was driving, the deputy had my friend step out of the vehicle for a pat down. I'm not kidding. He then handcuffed him and escorted him to the cruiser for him to contact the dispatcher and look something up on the on board computer. Bubba repeatedly made references to my friend "looking like one of them there 'furiners'." He made a number of references to him being "Al Kader." Now, mind you, this was Gator Bowl weekend and the area was filled with "out-of-towners in their fancy duds." Seriously, who talks that way except on really bad detective dramas and B movies?
The only reason the "lawman" stopped was I had my flashers on waiting for AAA to show up because I ran out of gas. Every bad Hollywood script about South Georgia flashed through my mind. Really, they can't write a script like this.
When the wrecker arrived, I was even more frightened as my friend was handcuffed in the back of a police car and I was alone on dark, deserted highway with an officer named Bubba Hogg, his partner, and a wrecker drive who looked like he had just been released from the Florida State prison system. The wrecker driver had prison tattoos all over his neck and knuckles and he and Bubba were laughing about a cross burning in Callahan.
When they finally hooked up my vehicle to the wrecker they let my friend out of the cruiser and we climbed into the cab of the truck for the wrecker ride back to my place. Needless to say this was a New Years Eve to remember and should have been a warning of the year to follow. By the way, our romantic evening was also shot to _ _ _ _.!
Marsh in the Daylight
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