Horse Detector

This happened quite a few years back but it just barely became funny. So much went wrong it was hard to appreciate it at the time. I guess it was around 2000 my friends and I planned on going to Mesa Amphitheater to see the Deftones and Incubus. I was a big fan of both but this was my first opportunity to see Incubus, I was determined. My best friend and I met drove together to a mutual friends house here in Tucson were we planned on meeting another friend who had the tickets. We had about an hour before the show started and still had the drive ahead of us. Our friend had forgotten the tickets half way to the meeting point and had to go back. He finally arrived. As we are about to leave a door to door salesman selling a years supply of oil changes knocks on the door. We assumed our friend who lives there and who was also the driver would tell the salesman no thanks instead invites the man in. We now have a new set back and aren't getting any closer to seeing the show. After a half hour sales pitch our friend buys a lifetime of oilchanges. We finally head towards Phoenix. Our driver with his new supply of oil changes sets up his newly purchased police scanner he got on ebay. While on the freeway we pass and are passed by several Police cars. His scanner is completely silent. He adjust his auction scanner again and again. We could have been in a parade of police cars and the scanner would have done nothing. We see a trailer of horses passing us and the scanner starts to beep. We drive a few more miles and pass a ranch with horses that are visible from the freeway and the scanner goes off again. We tell the driver that we think he got tricked and accidentaly bought a horse scanner on ebay. Our other friend proceeded to tell him he is very gullible. He mentioned how he was going to dress as an oxygen salesman and come to his door and try to sell him a lifetime supply. He offered to deliver it weekly, and how he didn't have to be home to sign and recieve it. The driver was starting to get annoyed but we all were. We get to the show I could here Incubus playing their last song from the parking lot. I was very disappointed. We see the Deftones who sounded terrible that night by the way, and we had to watch them in the rain in an out door venue. We finally leave the show. Soaked and saddened we all pack in the car. We are on our way back to Tucson when we pass a horse trailer and the scanner goes crazy. We all laugh with the exception of the driver. He tells us we should hit the Wendy's bathroom before we get on the freeway. We all agree and hop out of the truck again with the exception of the driver. 3 of us go into the Wendy's. When we come out our friend with the horse detector, lifetime oil changes and free oxygen supply has left. We walk the parking lot for an hour looking for him hoping he has cooled of. We are all broke and have no cell phones. We walk back to Wendy's which is now closed but has a few customers inside. I look into Wendy's and see friend from Tucson I had not seen in about 8 years. I try to communicate with him through the window while it's raining outside. I look like a wet crazy guy. He finally comes out with a girl, they were on there first date.
I tell him the situation. Luckily he still lived in Tucson and was only there for the Deftones show.
I said I'm sorry to interupt the date but can you give the 3 of us a ride. He said no problem. We run to the parking lot only to find a small pickup truck. I tried calling shotgun but his date wouldn't have it. The 3 of us crawl into the back of the truck as it is still pouring and begin to spoon because of the lack of space. We find some cardboard packing materials to cover ourselves. As the cardboard rapidly desinigrates from the rain it starts to let out tons of packing foam and confetti like paper. With all the rain and wind the packing paper starts to stick to our clothing and faces. We could not help but to laugh at each other as we spooned while covered in confetti. The harder we laughed the more paper we would swollow. That was the longest hour and a half ever. We finally get to the drivers house. Unfortunately he lives in a gated community and no one had the code. We climbed the wall like paper covered bandits. The 3 of us got to our cars but did not see the drivers truck in the lot. We all went home. I found out the next day as soon as the driver got home he felt bad so went back to the Wendy's parking lot to get us but had no way of know we were all home asleep. Never make fun of the driver.