One time I was driving to work on a hot summer morning. Just like today. Hung over pretty bad and nursing a pint of rum. I was in complete agony, had a fiery headache, and starting to sweat because my truck didn’t have air conditioning. Taking shots now and then while auto-piloting the blue Ranger along the river. I needed just enough liquor to bring my headache down to a manageable level so I could make it through until lunch.
So then I saw a police car up ahead, speed-trapping the morning commuters. I got pretty scared. The last thing I wanted was to be pulled over and arrested on the way to work. When smelling like coffee and Captain Morgan.
The thought of having to make that phone call from jail. At that hour. And all that would come from it… It just about broke my soul.
I’d been to jail in broad daylight when I was a teenager. But being a grownup with a mortgage. Can you imagine the horror?
Anyways, I didn’t get pulled over that morning, was let off the hook. And not because I deserved to be. And I count my lucky stars on hot summer mornings, just like today, when I see a police car…that that’s not me anymore.
“Not doing anything wrong” is a glorious place to be.