Stop digging, Bob. Stop digging.

Put the shovel down, Bob. Put the shovel down.

 

We’ve been dropping rocks down the hole every day or two.  We’re up to a 6 second delay before Bob yells, “Ow! Quit it…”

“Exactly, Bob,” we yell back.  “Exactly.”

Haha, Bob, haha.

Turns out my friend Bob got nabbed at a roadblock set up during a brown-person sting.  State cops were set up checking for green cards.  Poetic justice: Bob has the hardest time not being a racist fucknut sometimes.

Should have stuck to stealing cookies...

Instant karma’s gonna get you…

…if the cops don’t get you first.

So I’ve got this friend, or sort of friend (we’ll call him Bob for simplicity’s sake) who got his license suspended last year on a DUI.  Oops.  So Bob hired me to do a lot of his driving, but he’s been sneaking around town, driving on the sly.  Fairly safe bet as far as the odds go, but man, don’t get caught, right? 

I’m not quite sure how yet, but Bob got caught today.  Oops.  He called me on his cell phone this morning, from the back of a squad car, and let me know I wouldn’t have to pick him up today.  Cool, I can handle that.  But then he calls back a about fifteen minutes later, asking me if I’d drive to his house (he lives about 40 min away) and hang out and come bail him out later this afternoon.  Grrrr.  But yeah, okay.  I mean Bob’s a fuck up in a lot of ways, but not a total fuck up, and he’s still my friend.

So I’m sitting here, waiting.  And waiting.  And waiting.  And not a peep from Bob.  And I’m supposed to be at work in ten minutes and I was only able to get hold of someone at the warehouse about five minutes ago to tell them I’ll be late (and, I’m sorry, no, I don’t know how late…).   I’m about fed up and ready to leave his ass in jail.  It won’t actually teach him anything, but it’d serve him right on many levels.

*sigh*

I wish I wasn’t so nice sometimes…