MY brother chose me from work one night. It was Friday evening, we were preparing to hit clubs and meeting friends. To raise us, he raised the volume and turned on the bass in the car. We danced and we were really raucous. The next thing I knew, red and blue lights flashed behind us from a really long distance. My brother also saw it, so he left the sound and hit the gas to escape the clay. In the blink of an eye, the police car will catch up with us. He defeated us to raucous music. I was too afraid to hear a lecture from my parents that I didn't pay attention to the cop. My brother sworn all the time, certainly my parents take our driving privileges.
We didn't leave that night. We kept it away from my parents. I worked in the ass to pay for this ticket. This Friday, when I got a payment, we immediately went to court to pay for the ticket. When we got to the reception there, the lady said we could pay for it. I pulled out the money to pay for the ticket, and then suddenly the lady laughed. She said that I did not have to pay for it, because a policeman who gave us a ticket has long been dead on Lily Dale Drive. She said that there are many people who come on time to pay for the tickets issued by this deceased officer and continued to amuse him.
This is Lilydale in the Twin Cities Mn area, has anyone heard about it or had any experience related to this officer?
