So...we all have that one crazy friend. Well, maybe more than one, now that I think about it. They always have some kind of shenanigans going on, usually involving a guy, and they want to get you to participate with them. This morning I was talking to two of my co-workers, and we somehow got on the subject of this. Given who one of the co-workers is, this doesn't surprise me, but anywho...
I moved to Charlotte in 1999. I met several pretty cool people through my job. One was a woman named T. T was cool - she was 30...at that time I was 24. She was good friends with KappaC (yeah, the one who left me in the woods with the wild boar), and we all used to hang out together. T was dating this guy who split his time between Charlotte and Winston-Salem, due to his job. She apparently had some suspicions that he was up to no good. One night, I get a phone call:
T: Hey girl, it's T.
Me: What's up?
T: Listen...I need to drive up to Winston-Salem to check on X. He told me he was gonna be doing one thing, but I think he's up to something else.
T: But I don't wanna take my car. He'll recognize it, if he is home. Can we take your car? I'll drive.
Me: Um...ok....I guess? <-- getting pulled into the okie doke and don't even realize.
T: OK. I'll be at your apartment in 20 minutes. Wear black. *click*
Now, when someone tells you to wear black, you gotta know that something is a-foot. You should probably say no and decline to participate. Being the young, naive person I was at the time, I didn't think much of it. She pulls up to my house and drives us up to Winston-Salem. We get to his house and she jumps out of the car and wants me to "kill the lights" so she can peek in his garage windows to check for his car. Problem was, I was driving a 96 Chevy Corsica. At that time, the manufacturers were still working on that whole "daytime running lights" thing. So my lights would be on, even if I had the button in the "off" position. I had to figure out how to turn them off. She went straight into panic mode. LOL!
Long story short: fool wasn't home. We went up a side street and parked the car, with our dang seats leaned back like we were PIs. At any moment I expected Winston-Salem PD to roll up on us because one or two neighbors were out walking their dogs, and 2 - 3 cars ended up driving by. Finally, around 2:00am or so, she decided she was over it. I drove us back home.
Do you have any friends who try to talk you into foolishness? Have you ever called your own friends up for a "ride or die" mission? Details! Inquiring minds want to know!