Shelly

So they put the three of us in handcuffs.

This is the only grocery store in our small town.

So everybody there probably knows who we are or our parents.

We're walking down and I don't know what got into me, but I decide to tell this cop that's leading me.

I go, I haven't paid for my pickle yet.

I see his face, that dichotomy between let's get this shit over with and I can't let her steal a pickle when I'm trying to arrest her for stealing.

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.