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On the road. . .
One of the funniest things happened to us in Charleston, South Carolina, about 15 years ago. We had been traveling for a couple of days, but didn't want to get a hotel room until the morning, so we could get the most for our money, of course!
As was our habit, we looked for an out-of-the-way place to park and sleep in the car. Well, we found a seemingly deserted church on a country road, and pulled around the back to park. In the morning, well, let's just say we were doing a fun morning thing, when we saw the preacher looking down on us from an upstairs window.
Before we could assemble ourselves and leave, a state policeman was there to escort us out of town, and we were told not to be seen in Charleston again. It was kind of scary and embarrassing at the time, but I can't tell you how many laughs I've had about it since!
I had a similar experience a year or two before that, when I first landed in Florida; Hollywood, to be exact. Arriving in the wee hours of the morning, I pulled behind the shopping plaza where the pool room was and went to sleep.
When I woke up, there were spotlights from no less than four police cars shining into my car, and an officer was rapping on my window. All this to tell me that it wasn't safe to park there. I explained that I had just got into town, and was "meeting some friends" in the pool room the next day.
It wasn't until after they all left that I realized there were a couple of blunts in the ashtray, and I wondered, amazed, why they hadn't said anything about them.
