Greatest Story Ever Entry #2

So back in high school, namely 9th grade, I was pretty much awesome. I was great friends with all the cheerleaders which as a 9th grade dude, was about as good as it could get. One of my biggest "ins" is that I lived one street away from Cherish, the head of the cheerleading squad. Well, one of the awesome things I was known for was being the King of house wrapping (don't worry, this story isn't lame like Box's). Nobody messed with me cause they knew my mom and her minivan were always willing to go out past midnight and buy as many rolls as possible to make our mark. Everyone wanted me on their team and nobody wanted the wrath of Jason's Mom. Well, there were a few good wrap exchanges between me and the cheerleaders. I had hit up pretty much all of their houses over the course of the summer prior and the schoolyear thus far. They never directly got my house, but they would get one of my friends when I was staying over at their place. Eventually, however, they decided that it was time to get Jason directly. There was a HUGE sleepover with all the cheerleaders at Cherish's house and I knew they were going to try something. My friend, Brandon, and I thought long and hard as to how we would prevent them from success. Of all the great ideas we had (water balloon bazookas, paintball guns, etc.), the genius idea we decided on was to call the cops. Not 911, we weren't stupid, just the local police department. Of course, this idea was not shared with my parental units...we just thought we could pull it off. We stayed up all night waiting, then finally the moment of truth. As soon as we saw them rounding the corner at the end of the block it was "go time". *ring, ring, "Dallas Police Department, how may I assist your call?" Here's where I took over and my stupidity shined... "There are a bunch of people at the end of my block wearing all black and they look like they're up to no good" click.

Unbenounced to me, two weeks prior there had been some gang activity close by my neighborhood. So, they didn't send a cop car, THEY SENT 5! From both directions of my street came the cop cars racing with lights and sirens and the whole shabang. Me and Brandon?...our jaws dropped to the floor as we said to ourselves "what have we done!?" Out of each car popped 2 cops each (yes, 10 policemen for a house wrapping raid)! Guns drawn and everything, half of the girls (10 of the 20) dropped straight to the ground, the other half RAN. Yes, they just bolted; climbing fences, running in between houses...anything to get away. With all of the confusion and craziness, it actually took the police quite some time to realize they weren't stopping any gang activity at all, they were interrupting a teenage house-wrapping. Once all of the policemen that had chased after the girls had gotten back, they proceeded to gather information for each and every one of them, call all of their parents in the middle of the night, and issue citations. One of the things we hadn't thought of was that it was PAST CURFEW!

To wrap it all up, those things I said at first about being pretty much awesome and being great friends with all the cheerleaders........yeah, that was pretty much over after 9th grade.