Did I ever tell you about the time I was escorted out of a H.S. basketball game by a police officer? Yup, this girl, right here. Me and my sidekick Kate.
Honor Roll, Student Government, AP Classes, CC Captain, Athlete and SUSPECTED rule breaker. Kate and I couldn’t be anything further from trouble makers, but one senior citizen took her job WAY too seriously. (No offense to senior citizens everywhere).
Our basketball team had made it to Regional or Sectional play. I don’t know which, but I do know that my student ID and stellar grades didn’t get me into the game for free anymore. Now that it was playoff time, I had to pay up.
Y’all know me. I like to save wherever I can. We got to the game minutes before the half and one of the ladies accepting money and handing out tickets had our back. She told us the game was free after half, so why not wait until half time. Don’t mind if I do. So we did. We waited a few minutes and then we walked into the game and took our seat.
Imagine our surprise when a police officer walks over and asks us to leave.
You talking to me?
Yes, he was talking to me. Little-miss-take-your-job-too-seriously told the officer we had snuck into the game without paying. What? For real? Gonna play dirty, huh?
Me and my big mouth wasn’t just going to leave. I maintained my innocence. I tried explaining. Nobody wanted to hear about it.
Kate and I (most likely still in shock) followed the officer past all the fans and out the door. Thanks for the escort buddy.
Then we did what any teens kicked out of a basketball game (police escort included) would do. We went to Barnes & Noble.
On Monday everyone wanted to know why we were kicked out of the game. If only I had something exciting to tell them.
Sometimes it is fun to reminisce….you know, life before I was mom. What is one of your favorite “back in the day” stories?
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