I had received several phone calls over the weekend from Mr. Mike concerning Randy's car. Randy had another car "situation", this time it wasn't a dead pigeon rotting in his fender. It was now Monday and the story from Mr. Mike's perspective was that Randy was driving two girls around in his car and hit a major pothole. He had two flats and needed to be rescued. I was unavailable that weekend, however, Monday morning I called Randy to my office so that I could get a better understanding of his weekend problem.

Roup: So Randy, tell me where you were when you got the flat and who were with you?
Randy: Well I was on the BQE heading West and all of a sudden--two holes appear.
Roup: What speed was you traveling at?
Randy: Mr. Roup you always think I am speeding, I wasn't speeding, I was driving the limit.
Roup: Randy, I know the BQE well, and I always drive the same place where you got two flat, but I never got one. It is very hard for me to understand that you were not speeding. Well Randy, okay, I believe you--you were not speeding. Now can you tell me who was in the car with you?
Randy: Some friends of mine from Rochester.
Roup: Randy, I need more details. Were any of these passengers of the opposite sex?
Randy: Well yes... But what does that have to do with my flat tires?
Roup: Okay Randy, were you interested in any of these girls?
Randy: Hmmm, no: no Mr. Roup, but but...
Roup: Something is very suspicious here. You never hang out with girls and all of a sudden you have two of them in the car with you and are not interest in any of them? This is very hard to believe. Well, Randy I find you guilty--driving at speeds that are not allowed on the BQE. Driving at speeds to impress the beautiful girls on board.

Randy mentioned that he had no interest in the girls and three months later--Randy has been found guilty again. Crystal was one of the girls in the car.

--Mr. Roup