Doug and I were returning from Sunday night dinner at his parent's house, it's dark, and as we pull into his driveway, there is something on the walkway in the front lawn. Turns out to be a large man in a black leather jacket and ski cap, laying on his back on the walkway/stairs with his hands folded across his chest.Me: Holy crap, that's a man! Is he dead?
Doug: Dunno, looks like he's sleeping or passed out. (note, we live in a semi-urban area, so bars are not far away, but this is NOT normal).
We honk the car horn a few times just feet from his head and the dude doesn't even stir, but it looks like he's breathing. Perplexed, we call the cops. They show up a few minutes later, and it takes several minutes to wake the man up. They finally get him to his feet.
Cop: Sir, I need to see some ID. Do you have any on you?
Man rummages through pockets and shoves anything he finds at the cop. Cop shakes his head and looks past him towards us (of course, keeping our distance) trying to stifle a smile.
Cop: Sir, do you have anything else that might pass for ID besides the weed you just handed me?
Doug and I lost it, laughing. To top it off, the guy nicely asked the cop if he could get the drugs back. Besides the obvious of having a creepy, drunk/drugged up stranger on the lawn, it was a pretty funny evening.
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