Shelly

So he has to divert me off to the checkout.

He was just so pissed while we're waiting in line for me to buy my 59 cent pickle.

We get through the checkout register and all go in and get in the cop car and get taken down to the station.

Oh, my God.

This is insane.

For three little girls still in a pregnancy test.

No, no, no.

But I was very surprised to learn there's no cushions in the back seat.

It's just that hard plastic, which makes sense.

So we go to the station and all they're doing is calling our parents.

We're not actually being booked or charged or anything.

So good girl friend Ashley's parents show up and they are horrified.

Poor Ashley herself is horrified.

She can't believe what she's gotten herself into.

Her parents forbid her from ever speaking to me again.

Jenny, being the one who actually shoved it in her backpack, may have gotten a little charge and had to stay longer.

And then they call my parents and my mom and my older brother, who had gotten out of prison a week prior for robbing a bank.

No.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.