Fun lil story about me & a state trooper talking past each other.
State trooper pulled me over, had me roll down the window, asked me why I thought I'd pulled him over (a headlight was burnt out, it was night). He asked for insurance, license, the usual stuff.
But then he asked me what I'd been up to that evening.
Me: I'm on my way home from a club meetup.
Me: Yeah! We had a great time. It's a whole weekly thing.
Him: So how many drinks did you have?
Me: Like, alcohol? No, none, there was no alcohol tonight.
Him: You went to the club, but didn't drink anything?
Me: Yes? People leave their brewing stuff at home.
*we both stare at each other through the open window, mutually confused
Me: SCA. It's- 'Society for Creative Anachronism' - it's like, a group that gets together to learn pre-16th century crafting techniques, sword fighting, court reenactments and stuff. We worked on weaving lace and embroidery, tonight.
Him: *shines flashlight in back seat, where my lace project is, looks at my wife in the passenger seat who lifts up an embroidery hoop depicting a nearly-finished goldfish, then steps back from the car for a moment, clearly trying not to laugh
Him: That.... actually sounds pretty cool. So you know how to use a sword?
Me: I'm more into archery, to be honest.
Him: Do you have any weapons in the car, tonight?
Me: No sir, just the lace.
Him: Alright, so your license plate bulb is out, and one of your headlights is out. I'm going to give you a warning, make sure to see (judge) before (date) to show you got those fixed.
Me: Thanks very much, will do. We're always happy to have new members, if you want to learn sword fighting.
Him: I'll think about it.
And so we departed, and I learned an important lesson about remembering to clarify the difference between "being in a club" and "going to the club."
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