I just rented a movie the other day that was fairly good.  It was a cop movie made in the Bay Area.  I normally just sit and watch movies with no thoughts (other than how good looking the women in them are), but this one made me think a bit.  There were these three guys who went out for a weekend, and ended up getting arrested because their car looked like someone else’s.  Not a good situation if you think about it.

The movie ran its course about them getting picked up, getting arrested, and booked, and then making a phone call.  They kept whining to each other about how they had to get out.  Some old drunk leaned over from his cell and yelled at them to get a bail bond from some place called either Bail Bonds San Francisco or Bail Bonds San Jose.  Two of the guys told him to shut up, but the third shut up and looked up what he said on the wall next to the pay phone.

In movie time, they were out in a matter of minutes, and sitting in a lawyer’s office.  The movie went on from there, which is where I spaced out on it, as usual.  Since then, I have kept a bail bonds place phone number in my cell phone just in case.

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