The wife and I were driving home yesterday from getting our taxes done, when it happened.
I looked in the rear view mirror and saw red and blue lights. After a quick review of my recent actions, I mumbled some "other words" and pulled over, upset for having done "nothing" wrong!
License and registration please. He walks back to his motorcycle, talks on the radio, and then returns. Can you exit the car please ? What is the problem ? Just please exit the car. I exit and move to the rear of the car. Okay, I'm getting a bit mad/anxious now - what's up ?
As we stand there, he quietly looks at my license, as a second officer in a car arrives. Now I am really getting nervous. As the second officer walks up, the first one says " he always seemed bigger in 6th grade huh?" To which the second officer (a female) says "yes and a bit less grey too!" Then they both laugh and shake my hand.
After letting my wife in on what is happening, we all exchanged hellos and they followed us the last couple of blocks home. Both were former students from *@&% years ago. When the motor officer saw me, he just had to "get me", and her arrival was icing on his cake.
Both were good students and have remained friends and now co-workers. Lucky for me, both have good memories of our class and me. They left with smiles over "got him", now I must remember to drive EXTRA careful.
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