We Got 'Arrested' on the Side of the Road

So you know how I said we were going to the bead market today? Well, it was fun. I met a few new friends who are pretty fun and got tons of new beads. That's fun because I collect them. It was quite a drive there, but I was able to chat and meet all the girls that went too. Turns out they're really fun. But that's not the most interesting part. Once upon a time, we were driving back from the bead market. We were all quite pooped from the trip and sharing our loot and showing it off. Then we came to the toll road. So there' a policeman there. Typical. He pulls us over. Typical. If there's someone to single out, it's going to be the van full of white people. So he points to the left side of the toll road and we pull over. Then he comes to the window and shouts angrily that we were supposed to pull over in the opposite direction that he pointed. Okay, sorry, because that was ever so clear. So we pull over again and he pulls out the ticket, demanding that we show up in court. So our friends get out of the car and talk to him for a while, I don't know what went on. Then they come back to fetch a bible from the glove box and say he wants to arrest them for dangerous driving. Okay... So they talk some more then he goes off for a while. Of course he must be doing his job at the same time(which he really wasn't, ironic, isn't it?) and so we wait for quite a while, then we all get out of the car and stuff, then they talk some more and eventually end up getting back in the car. I'm being honest when I say I have no idea how we began listening to the story about his ancestry. He told us a story where his great grandfather's son decided to challenge him. So his great grandfather was pulling his guts out for some reason, cleaning them, then was going to stick them back in. So the son changed into a hawk and snatched the guts(no, he did not actually call them guts but that sounds better and I don't know how to spell 'intestines'). So the dad knew he tried to challenge him, and whatever the hawk-ie son tried to land on to eat the guts disappeared. So he got tired of flying and returned the guts to his father. Everyone lived happily ever after, though some in shame. So after that we congratulated him on his lovely ancestry and slowly and graciously got in the car and slowly drove away. Then we went back to the guest house and mom and dad have now left for a date after I commanded them to be back by ten. So I met a lovely family and had dinner at the guest house, and am now posting on my blog. It was a good day altogether, and the cut on my finger is healing. I figured since mom and dad are gone I'd go and watch a movie tonight. He he.