
So Eldest now has his own car, in his name, on his insurance. And insurance wants to know if he has had any *incidents* connected to his driving.
Well, there was the Felony Egging Incident.
One day I was working at home and I get a call from a city detective. Is your son currently driving a silver Volvo? (PANIC!!!) Yes, that's the car he uses. WHY?! We want to bring him in for questioning....
(First thought he's safe.) Then - questioning? MY son? MY SON?!
Felony damage to a vehicle caused by egging. Felony. Felony Egging?
Your Volvo was spotted in the area and the car in question was damaged by a person driving a silver Volvo pelting it with eggs.
I'm still trying to get my mind around Felony Egging.
Then I'm thinking - who goes for a ride on the wild side driving a silver Volvo?
So no. You've got the wrong kid, the wrong Volvo. MY SON WOULD NOT DO THAT. All the while I know she has heard it a hundred times before and was always proved right.
We agree to meet during his lunch period at the police station. I call The Engineer. Try to explain the concept of felony egging. And our son being a wanted man. And the three of us meet up at the police station. Eldest is as confused as we are.
We meet the detective. She tells us that someone followed him from a street in town to our house (!!!!!!) because the fellow was sure that my son had egged his girlfriend's car. A silver Volvo had been involved in egging on nights previous. (Dear lord, what if he had confronted Eldest? Tried to beat the snot out of him?!!). Eldest said he was on that street, on the night in question, dropping off a friend after a show at a local venue. (I'm with the band, actually I AM the band.) He gave a kid a ride home, they talked for a while in the car, the kid got out, Eldest came home. No egging had happened. He was very direct and very serious. She asked him some more questions (grades, school sponsored job at a science lab, his music) and I think she got the feel for him.
And the detective believed him. We was sprung!
So that was our only *incident* with driving. And somewhere, out there is a silver Volvo with a carton of eggs riding shotgun. Watch out.