I met The Meagan in January of this year at Central Christian College of the Bible. I was asked to be in a ministry that was only going to be a month long all through February. I had to drive to Braymer, MO from Moberly to be at this ministry every Sunday night. The theme was purity, and I was in charge of the Junior High Boys. She was in charge of the Junior High Girls, and she didn’t have a car so we agreed that I would drive us there every Sunday night.
We were also assigned to do a skit every Sunday night during this month… nothing too fancy, just a little skit that had good moral application. (ahhh! I remember the first official DTR that I had with her!) (side note: DTR means Define The Relationship)
We got together on Wednesday or Thursday of the week before our first trip to Braymer to practice the skit and throw out some ideas. We were in the girls lobby with Ashton Stewart and Jason Sommerfeldt putting the skit together. She mentioned some idea, and I told her (in the straightest face) that I thought that she was dumb and that I hated her, and that I wasn’t going to work with her.
Of course I was only kidding. But she sat there for like (what seemed like a half an hour) and stared me down. I told her that I was only joking, and that I have a retarded sense of humor, and she still sat there and gave me this evil look. So, I guess you could say that our first DTR wasn’t a good one. I told her that I hated her, and couldn’t work with her.
The second, and most memorable time that we saw each other was MUCH more dramatic, and I have labeled it the single craziest thing that I have ever done.
DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME:
I MEAN IT:
It was Sunday, February 8th, and my bro had just been baptized in Webster City, IA that morning. I drove from Webster City (at about 11:30) to Des Moines (which is about an hour and 15 minutes) and finished packing my car and got on the road to get to Moberly to pick up The Meagan to go to Braymer for our ministry.
We had to be in Braymer no later than 6:00 cause that’s when the service started. It takes a smidge under two hours to get to Braymer from Moberly. This was the VERY first ministry opportunity that I took at Central. This was also the VERY first night that we were to be there.
I was anxious to get to Moberly, so that I could turn around and get to Braymer… so I was speeding just a little bit. BY THE WAY: at the most southern part of Highway 63 South in Iowa there are about 2-3 cops that love to catch people driving the Missouri speed in Iowa (IA is 5mph slower). So watch out for them. I got a ticket which didn’t help my timing for the evening at all.
I show up in Moberly a little before 4:30 (remember that I have about 2 hours to get to Braymer by 6:00). I pick The Meagan up, and we call Ashton to tell him that we are on our way, and we should be there just a few minutes late.
I BOOK IT TO BRAYMER. When I say book it, I mean I was driving 85 – 90mph for MOST of the trip. Until we got about five miles out of a town called Chillicothe. We call it Chili for short. We were just east of the town, and hadn’t actually got inside the town yet - which was great because the road we were on was under construction, and there was a sign (inside the town) that said that fines were doubled.
Anyway I am watching the roads like an eagle looking for cops, and sure enough I look at one in the other lane of traffic. When I say that I looked at one, I mean that we had “a moment.” Our eyes met, and he showed me no compassion. I MUST have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. In the rearview I saw that he was U-turning to come after me.
This road that we were on had enough hills, and enough placement, that this was just too good to be true. I told The Meagan, “Dude, I can’t get another ticket today. We’ve got to out run this thing.”
“Well, just turn here,” she says. That’s right. Remember in Genesis where Eve lead Adam to the sin, and it was really her fault all along? That’s how this played out. She was the one who suggested this whole thing.
So I did. I turned north from Highway 36 Westbound on to some no-name gravel road. I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking if I turned on a gravel road that there would be a dust trail for the cop to follow, and then we would be caught. You are absolutely right. But it had just stopped raining only seconds ago. So the rain held down any gravel dust that would have kicked up.
We turned again onto this side road, and ended up circling the block, where I could see the cop pull into the side road with a determined look on his face. He was definitely looking for my car.
“Meagan, what do we do?”
“Well, we have to get to Braymer, because we are already late.”
“You’re right” I replied, so I watched the cop drive further down the road. I’m not sure if he took the same road that we took (which circled around into this block) or if he just kept driving on the same road… Either way we were pretty freaked out.
We continued circling around the block and right before we came back to the entrance there was a nursing home sitting there with a perfect get-away. They had an employee-only parking area that was almost 100% secluded from any street. So out of pure adrenaline, and having to go pee REALLY bad, I parked the car in the lot, and we sneaked into the nursing home from the back and I found a bathroom, and The Meagan bought some skittles from a vending machine (we needed them for the skit that we were doing the next weekend).
We actually got away with it. We eluded a police officer and we won. We felt pretty sick. Later The Meagan asked a lawyer-friend if what we did was illegal, and he said it wasn’t because he didn’t have his lights on… but we still felt like crap.
All of this makes The Meagan sound like some evil, crazy woman. But she’s not. She’s really smart, and was only an accidental accomplice to my evil deed.
Either way it all really happened, and it was the craziest thing I’ve ever done. The second craziest is how I suckered The Meagan into dating me. (coming soon)