jail birds

Jail Birds

Story told to me by MOM----     Seven of us took a bike trip in Nova Scotia. We were biking in the rain for hours in the middle of nowhere. We stopped for a while under a roof at a gas station and a policeman inquired about us. We didn't have tents. We had sleeping bags, but it's nice if you can stay dry. So he invited us to spend the night at a police station. We
were lined up on the floor in some big room, like a gym or something. Most Canadians are really nice people, so they were accommodating. So that was Mom's slumber party at the police station.

Other family members have had some experiences with slumber parties at police stations too, but they have their own stories.