That's a roundabout way of saying I didn't commit a felony or witness a crime, but I got stopped by a cop today.
Leaving the metro, iPod in, distracted by a hectic work day, I realize a cop is making eye contact with me. Important to note that:
- I am not wearing my jeans with potential exposure issues.
- I am not carrying a to-go cup of margarita.
- I did not jaywalk, most shockingly of all.
So I stop and he introduces himself as my neighborhood cop, with a "footbeat" encompassing several blocks around my apartment. I got scared when he knew which apartment was mine, but that's his job, and he said he's seen me in the mornings. And he talked to the roommate on move-in day.
I'm sure he got suspicious, however, when the color drained from my face and my voice shook at first, because I was afraid something had happened at the apartment, but he seems like a nice guy. And, I mean, it can't hurt to have a cop on your side. (Ignoring the movies and songs that try to persuade us otherwise.)
*Later on, the joke continues with the daughter saying, "I didn't throw up at school today, but guess who did?" Oh well, I thought it was funny.
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