Welcome To My Hell

So I was just on my home from my buddy Vann’s and a night wrought with Diablo 2, and working on my fail Integra.

On my way home, I pass a middle school and notice that one of the sprinklers was broken. It was broken in such a fashion that it shot a huge jet of water high into the air and fell onto the side walk in front of the school in a near perfect 6′x 6′ area.

The phantom light bulb of ingenuity flares… Free car wash.

Flip a bitch. Drive back. Flip another bitch.

So I get my car up onto the sidewalk, roll up my windows, and steadily roll in.

Score.

The ego stroke while I did this was great. “I’m so clever.” “I’m the first one to ever think of this.” “I’m the sexiest man alive.” etc.

Anyway, I’m backing out of the water fountain when a police officer rolls up behind me. No lights. No spot light — Just sitting right behind me.
“Shit!” This is what I get for my resourcefulness.

I turned on my hazards to let the officer know I was aware of his presence, and I started to drive forward a little. (I couldn’t exactly roll down my window with a torrent of water hitting my car. But then he matches me and rolls up right to my bumper. Still no lights.

“What the hell?”

We do this back and forth a few times while I try to maneuver a way to get my lowered Integra off the sidewalk by going to the slanted part of the curb a few feet up. The police car is right on my tail the whole way.

Here I am. I have this wonderful idea, and now I’m going to be cited for something stupid. Great.

I get most of my car out of the falling water, step out of my car to tell them that I’ll pull up to the curb off the sidewalk.

Without skipping a beat the officer pokes his head out the window and says “Whatever. I just wanted to go next.”