Fun & Famous
Renske was arrested during her vacation and this is what happened
I have had the same very nice friend for a hundred years, and with this incredibly nice friend, I have also been on vacation a hundred times. holiday What might be a bit elderly, but it is basically very nice, because now I do have a story for you. So, I was once picked up by the police in Mississippi.
It can happen to the very best! Getting picked up by the police while you are on vacation. I'm not talking about things like drug smuggling here, but check this out. We were on a road trip through America and had rented a red Chevy Camaro Convertible. A gigantic eye-catching car with all sorts of hysterical buttons to operate the different parts of the roof and the windows. Very complicated, but I didn't care because friend L was the button master, so I didn't have to do anything HAHA. We drove without problems through Atlanta, Nashville, and Memphis, but in a small village in Mississippi, friend L drove over a solid line. Before we knew it, we had a screaming police car behind us with the words ‘STOP PULL OVER’ on it. So we pulled over (‘we have to stay calm, stay very calm’), but then a really scary loud police officer got out, causing friend L to only speak Dunglish from that moment on. Well, that annoyed the angry police officer quite a bit. He addressed me (you have to imagine a kind of airport shouting tone): ‘LADY! DOES HE SPEAK ENGLISH OR WHAT?!’. I started to stammer quite a bit but eventually managed to squeeze out a ‘YES, SIR!’, just like they do in military training, but it was already too late. The police officer shifted the conversation definitively to me and said: ‘LADY! CAN YOU DRIVE? CAUSE HE AIN'T DRIVIN NO MORE!’
”And then also in Mississippi where you absolutely cannot do anything wrong or else you get picked up.”
Well. My biggest nightmare came true at that moment, because I do have a driver's license but also driving anxiety, so you shouldn't suddenly put me in a car with a thousand super difficult buttons. And then also in Mississippi where you absolutely cannot do anything wrong or else you get picked up. But there I was, you know. I had to get that thing moving while friend L was being searched: ‘PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE VEHICLE NOW!’ The police officer felt and felt and felt, and then suddenly stopped at the bulge in L's right pocket. ‘WHAT IS THIS??!!’ To which friend L. very softly and squeakily stammered: ‘It's my phone, sir.’.
Long story short, we were taken to the police station. Friend L in the back of the police car, really with a barrier between the back and the front, and I there trembling and praying in that terrible Camaro. After many anxious hours (okay, it felt like hours) during which we were very strictly interrogated and bravely supported each other, we finally got our passports back and were allowed to leave. We drove out of Mississippi very quickly – not too fast, just imagine – and had a few nice days in Florida. Of course, we never want to go back to Mississippi, but the positive thing is: we came out stronger. Getting picked up together is no small thing, people. I say: stand by your man, even in difficult times.
