i fought the law and the law... laughed at me.

my oh my.
i've been waiting for an exciting summer story to re-enter the blog world (many apologies to those who faithfully check every day, holding on to that small glimmer of hope that i may just update. all two of you. i'm sorry.) so far my summer has been filled with job searches, swinging, and reruns of what not to wear. nothing very blog-worthy, i suppose, until today.

this evening chris is going back to olivet to watch the finale of lost with everyone that stuck around bourbonnais for the summer. since we weren't really going to be able to see each other until friday, he decided to swing by nappanee before heading over to school. since we didn't have all that much time, we thought it was best to stick around nappanee, which meant there really wasn't anything exciting to do.

we took a short walk, grabbed dairy queen, and decided to venture over to woodview elementary for some playground fun (this being about an hour after school was out, of course, so we wouldn't bother any kids.) we had this kite that we've been attempting to fly, and mom suggested woodview since it always seems to be windy when she has recess duty. long story short, we flew the kite for a bit (and it went as high as the string would go. yes!)

sadly, it crashed and broke, so we ventured over to the playground to continue our fun. while on the monkey bars, i noticed that two sprinklers were running in an area closed off with an orange snow fence - obviously the school was trying to keep the kids off the wet grass. well, we decided to run through it, and did so, once, then stood on the concrete sidewalk where the water still hit. we didn't want to damage the grass too much. it was all very cute and a lot of fun, but it just so happened that as we snuck a kiss, one very angry janitor greeted us.

roger.
the night janitor.
as he told us, several times.

or should i say as he yelled at us? man, he was one grumpy old man. the conversation (chastisation perhaps?) went something like this:

R: "what are you two doing?!"
C: "oh, we're sorry sir, we were just running through the sprinkler. we're sorry if we disrupted anything."
R: (this is where the yelling began in one very long-winded speech)"disrupted anything?! are you kidding!? can't you see this area is blocked off?!? it is a dangerous construction area that we've been working on. what are you doing here anyway? i should call the cops!"
C: "we're very sorry sir, we were just having some fun and didn't realize it was a problem. we can leave if you'd like."
R: "no, no! you aren't leaving yet. i'm going to call the cops. can't you see this area is barricaded? that means you are trespassing. and have plenty of eyewitnesses - teachers and children - in there. you have been behaving inappropriately on school grounds and that is a felony. where are you from?"
Me: "i live just down the street." (apparently he didn't hear me.)
C: "sturgis, michigan."
R: "MICHIGAN?! what on earth are you doing down here?"
M: "he's my boyfriend and he's visiting me, sir." (again, he didn't hear this. or care to hear it.)
R: "michigan?! this is just absurd! did you drive here?"
C: "yes sir."
R: "i'm calling the cops to deal with you two. meet me around out front. i need your license number."

so roger goes back inside and chris and i walk out of the "barricaded construction area" to the car. roger returns, phone in hand, yells at us more, then calls the police, right in front of us.... "yes, i'm the night janitor here at woodview and i need you to come down to the west side of the parking lot. i have two adults here that were caught behaving inappropriately... yes, well i think you should have someone come down here. yes... no... yes... well i think you should deal with this. i'll just hold them here. the license number is ---, just so you have it incase they try to run. okay, thank you. goodbye." then he glared at us and told us to wait. we sat on the curb and he returned the phone, then stood watch at the door.

half an hour later or so two cop cars pulled into the parking lot, chatted with dear old roger, then pulled around to talk with chris and me. we told the police about the kite-flying, the swinging, and the sprinkler-running, and explained that although we hugged and kissed a little, we didn't do anything "inappropriate" by any means, and had we realized there were still children in the school at 5:00, we wouldn't have come at all.

then the cops laughed at us. one actually apologized for the fuss roger had made, and told us it was probably best that we avoided woodview for a bit. as we were leaving, the younger cop recommended we try holding hands at the park next time. ha. not too bad of an idea.