Last February I went to New York with a couple friends. Here we were waiting to catch a ride home. For the life of me I cannot remember this girls name, but she was really cool. (She was someone one of my friends knew)But the guy in the pic is Frank, he works in the same unit as I do.
This was the first time I had ever been to NY or any place that big in fact. Within a few minutes, I recieved my "welcome"...when we finally got to where we were going, we got out and realized the keys were locked in the car. So there we were standing on the street in the middle of the night in Queens. Luckily Jamie had popped the trunk before we got out and we used a hanger to get the door open. He had also taken his radio out (one of those car radios that you can take out so it does not get stolen)and set it on the roof of the car while trying to get the door open. As we were walking to his brothers apartment (after we got it open and all) we were surrounded by about 4 or 5 cop cars, and a couple unmarked cars. Searched, questioned, released. Someone had called the cops because they thought we were "breaking into" a car, and had a gun (which I suppose they thought the little radio he set on the car was a gun) "Welcome to NY" I thought. Within 20 minutes we were driving to his moms house, stopped, searched and released again! All because we started to turn up a one way street, but realized it was one way, backed out and was gonna go up to the next one.
It was not all bad, after my welcoming night everything went fine. =-)
