CrackBerry

Today I was at the beach, practising volleyball for the HOPE volleyball thing. We had just finished a 2 hour practice and I was minding my own business, drinking a delicious grape slush-puppie in the car. I whipped out my blackberry to check my email and whatnot while I was sipping on my beverage. I decided to call my dad to let him know I was going to drop by to pick up some stuff from their house. Suddenly while I was on the phone a police officer tapped on my window.

Officer: Sir, could you turn off the car and hang up your phone

Me: Sure (A little confused as to what is going on)

Officer: Sir, we had a report that you doing some crack in here

Me: No (WTF!)

Officer: Please step out of the car sir

Then I spent the next 10 minutes talking to police and having my car searched extensively for cocaine. Hooray!

Apparantly some bystander had seen me drinking out of a straw a jumped to the conclusion that I was doing cocaine in a crowded beach parking lot in the middle of the day. Maybe using my crackberry had me looking like a spaced out junkie.