Karen and Griffin's Sad and Sordid Tale of Juvenile/Middle-Aged Delinquency

Ok, so Griffin and I went to see a play tonight at Vertigo, and parked in the ever-stocked-full-of-bottles parkade.

After the show, on our way to the car, we start pulling bottles out of the pillars where they have been stashed, and loading up our arms.

Suddenly Griff realizes that there are too many to carry and says to me "Go get the car" . So I start walking towards my car but what he has just said reminds me of the IKEA commercial, so I start running to the car yelling "START THE CAR! START THE CAR!" then I drop one of the bottles I am holding. a beer bottle. it smashes all over the ground, a big loud crash of breaking glass. then as I am brushing the pieces aside with my foot thinking "oh great, now I have to find the security guy and get a broom to sweep this up", Griffin starts running up behind me and runs past me to the car whispering "I see the security guard coming!"

When the guard catches up to us he has the look of total confusion as I walk up and say "Oh hi. Can you get me a broom . I just dropped a bottle"

Then he lets out this huge sigh of relief cuz HE thought that someone (Griffin) had just broken into a car through by smashing a window!

So, It occurs to us that all the security guard knows is that he heard breaking glass, someone yelling "START THE CAR! START THE CAR!" and saw a teen ager running away from him carrying a bunch of stuff in his loaded up arms.


Anyway, in the end, he didn't want me to clean up the bottle.

total grab? 11 bottles = $1.10