This one time, I went to West Park with my friends Laurence and Tyson, and a third friend, Carlo Rossi. Also, I had just had my junior prom and had my prom commemorative goblet which said, "A Touch of Elegance" on it. Anyway, we were only starting on the Rossi when we heard what sounded like a twig snapping behind us. We all looked at the same time and it was a policeman.

Tyson stood up for a second like he was going to book, but he sat down and the cop came over. This is where the prom goblet got me in trouble because Laurence and Tyson were drinking out of 7-Eleven cups, so they dropped theirs, but I didn't want to drop mine (since it was commemorative). The officer looked at us and then he took the goblet and

smelled

smelled my glass, and then he dumped the wine and said, "You boys got age cards?" but he said it kind of messed up, like he said "H cards."

Tyson asked "What's that?" and the officer blew up and yelled "DON'T GET SMART WITH ME ASSHOLE!"

The officer asked how we came to have the Rossi 'cause all of us were 17 and Laurence said something like we nabbed it from his dad's mini-fridge (he's good like that) and the officer let us go. But this is the point of the story: he let us go, but he didn't let my goblet go. That wasn't the only miscarriage of justice though, 'cause he also was smoking a cigar the whole time, which seemed unprofessional.