Welcome to the newest entry in my nighttime shenanigans collection.
After getting about 1 hour 45 minutes of sleep last night, and then working 8.5 hours through the morning into the afternoon, and then running errands, I planned to go home and try to catch some sleep. Of course, my mom needed me to clean the bathroom and then one of my friends got me involved in an online argument. By the time I was through with all that, it was about 7pm and I found myself dealing with too much boredom and anxiety to grab any sleep, so I just binged around on old video games and browsed the forums and chatted on discords.
Then I hear my phone buzzing. I look down and my best friend/love interest from work is calling me. Oh? What's this? After brief conversation, she invited me over to a coworker's house to hang out. Eager to capitalize on the opportunity, I called my parents (who weren't home) to tell them I was leaving the house to my younger siblings and left coordinates where I was going with them and took off.
Now, upon arrival, things took an interesting turn. I crept through the slightly-upscale-but-still-a-trailer-park community in my police car probably scaring the fun out of the area until I found cars that I recognized from work. As soon as I parked, two coworkers quickly ran to my window and filled the interior of my car with the scent of alcohol. I'm like, "Uhhhhhhhhh hi! You guys are staying here for a while I presume?" They asked me if I'd drive them for a pickup run but I felt that they'd possibly had enough for a while and declined, telling them that I wanted to see my friend. They brought me inside to where everyone was and everyone just sat around talking and smoking cigarettes (not I, cause pneumonia and I hate cigarettes). I ended up on a bed with my friend and two other girls from work and we just sat chilling for a while as I struggled to fight off sleep and remain interested in what everyone was doing.
Everything else that happened in that house is unimportant and irrelevant to the story ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but I left at the same time as everyone else totally sober and no drugs were passed around.
However, my friend had managed to get into a drink, so we were concerned about her driving home by herself. I offered to drive her home, but she needed her car for work the next day so ideally she had to get it home. We ruled her fit to drive since she could walk just fine and wasn't very giddy so everyone else piled into one person's car and drove to another house. I stayed behind with my friend and walked her to her car and basically just acting nervous while she kept assuring me she was fine and acting normal. Got hugs and kisses (yay) and I finally let her get in her car and I walked to mine.
I tried to go as slow as possible getting my car ready to drive and plugging in my music and she wouldn't even start her car because she was on her phone, and I didn't really wanna hang around in the dark, so I backed down the street a ways, turned around, and decided I would stake out and wait for her to drive past so I could see how she drives. She seemed to drive fine when she passed me so I decided everything was fine and went the other way to get some caffeine for the drive home.
And I felt myself getting nervous again, especially when I came across and unmarked county police car that had pulled over a truck that was getting searched while the occupants sat handcuffed on a curb. I just wanted her home safe, so I bought my caffeine and started my nighttime patrol through the backroads of the county. I didn't know exactly where she was staying, but I knew the geographic location and the major roads needed to reach that area, so I devoted about a half hour checking to make sure she didn't fall into a ditch or get hit by an actual drunk driver. I passed a numerous amount of strange characters, such as some grown guys running around in a dark yard shooting BB guns and yelling. After mapping out the central and south-central areas of the county, I found some contentedness by not finding any cars crashed into trees or stuck in a ditch. I searched around for a parking lot before texting for confirmation that she was home and safe and got a (very) positive answer.
Happy, I was able to celebrate a little more and I drove a little naughtier (police car race car), until I came across another Crown Victoria -- this one a marked active police car -- and he began to follow me. It didn't strike me as odd at first, since he didn't see me do anything wrong, but I took the liberty to drive a little roostery (quick accelerations, hard corners, etc but without tire noises). I decided to stop after I made two left turns back in the direction that I'd come from and he continued to follow me very closely. I got on the highway. He got on the highway. Uh oh. He refused to go around me even as I drove 10 under the speed limit, so I decided I would be best to get out of his jurisdiction. Turning down another highway that leads out of his municipality, HE STILL FOLLOWED ME. Freaking out but willing to see if a confrontation would result, I swung my car into a church parking lot and stopped. Immediately, he hit his brakes and turned down a road right next to the church. I just sat there expecting him to turn around and come back to return to his patrol area, but he must've found another way or just waited longer than I did to turn up again.
I decided from there that I wouldn't mess around again for the rest of the drive home.
