[Jolly Amaranto]

One of my high school buddies had an old Morris Minor with a really crappy paint job. We decide to repaint it. We used his parents detached garage as the paint booth. After masking off all the windows and removing any chrome we could get off, we covered everything in the garage like the work bench and washer and dryer to protect them from overspray. He had chosen a bright red paint. We actually managed to do a reasonable job of spraying the paint on the car but also got a lot on each other, much of it on purpose. Our old cloths were splattered with red pain as well as our hands and faces. In stead of cleaning up, we jumped into another guy's VW bug. The paint on us was pretty dry by then. It was late and we were just riding around back roads clowning around. A car was following pretty close behind with their head lights shining in. So we decide to put on kind of a shadow box show in the back seat pretending to bludgeon one of the guys with some empty bottles we found rolling around on the floor. The car behind turned out to be a police car and lit up his flashing lights. We pull over and were ordered out of the car. In the head lights, spot lights and flashlight, I suppose it looked like we were covered in blood. The poor LEO was visibly distressed. He had his gun drawn and his hands were shaking so bad we though he was going to accidentally shoot. We all had our hands over our heads and eventually were able to convince him what was going on and that it was only paint. After he calmed down, he gave us a lecture on how a lot of bad things happen on these back roads and that we should not be out and about at that time. We were very polite and promised we would head home and never pull a stunt like that again. We were true to our word.