so, me, emeline, amy scott, and patricia are all sitting atop the parking garage in provo this weekend watching the sunset when a cop pulls up. he gets out of the car and promptly informs us that we will be cited for criminal trespassing, at which point we look at each other and wait for him to laugh and say, “funny joke.” funny thing is, we all got citations for criminal trespassing. no warning, no reason, just a big, fat citation.
it’s times like this when i’m reminded how lucky for me that my dad’s a lawyer. it’s also times like this that i marvel at how we all managed to get through college living together without any (or all) of us getting arrested (although there was that one time with the parking boot…)