Like Fargo but with more scrabble and less woodchippers

So last night we had a little gathering of friends here at the purple house, and Peter (a purple-house-prospie) and I were the last ones up and playing scrabble at 2 am. Someone knocked on the door and I answered - and theres this funny lookin guy who says he just flipped his car through the snow bank, across the sidewalk and into the bushes and he needs to make a phonecall. I lend him my cell and eventually this really pregnant police officer comes by and says "So how fast where you going there?" and the funny lookin guy says "like 35-40" and she says "oh well now this is a 25 zone here!"

IT WAS AWESOME.

And then we finished scrabble. Peter won 228 to 215.