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04/02/2002 Entry: "Officer Friendly"

So yesterday was April Fools and while I was trying to think of something interesting to put up here tat would fool everyone, I totally fell for another prank. Wil posted this thing on his site about Wesley Crusher being written into episodes of Enterprise. While I've never seen a single episode of this, and I thought it was kind of gay that they would resort to time travel to come up with story lines, he sounded pretty psyched about it and I thought it was cool. But it was a joke and I bought it hook, line a sinker. Doh!

So, I have a bank account at this Credit Union place that I've never actually been to. At my old job they used to take a few bucks out of each check and stick it in there and that was all I knew. Well now that I'm in the whole house buying world I decided to go get some of this cash to help out. Only I don't have an ATM card for this account, or really any idea where one is so it wasn't quite that easy. I finally find something with their URL on there and try to look up locations. Turns out most of their locations are inside Movie lots that you need lot passes to even get to. Great. Nothing like being accessable to your customers. Anyway, I find one that *technically* should be able to get to up in Hollywood. So, I mapquest it and head over. Well, either I'm blind or this isn't as obvious as it's supposed to be, so I can't find it. Back and forth on the street about 3 times and I decide I need help. About a block down the street I see a Movie Lot enterance and figure that they should at least be able to tell me what address I'm at and which way to go to find this place. I head up there, and even better ( i think) there's a cop haning out, leaning on his car doing absolutly nothing. I think "well, a movie lot guy has no interest in helping me out, but a cop, hell I pay his salary with my taxes so he should be more than happy to help me. I pull up next to him and it goes like this:

Me: Excuse me?
Cop: ...
Me: Sir? Excuse me?
Cop: *troubles himself enough to look in my direction*
Me: Can you tell me where 3725...
Cop: You can't stop here.
Me: I know, I'm kind of lost, I was hoping you could...
Cop: No, take off.
Me: What? I don't even know where I am. Can you tell me what the address here is?
Cop: GET OUT OF HERE NOW
Me: Thanks for the help
Cop: NOW!

I eventually found the place but damn, how hard would it have been for that loser to say "Sorry I don't know where we are either, and you aren't supposed to stp here so maybe go up the street and check in at that gas station" or something. fuck head.

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