One journalist's musings about the beautiful, bizarre world in which we live
DAY 14, NOV. 22 – 5 DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING
For the third time in less than a week, we were stopped by the cops.
This time, however, we were in the wrong.
Soon after a heated conversation about who was the safest driver, Dan pulled out of a gas station, going the wrong way on the frontage road headed to the east-bound lane of the I-37.
He claims he was too preoccupied with the police officer (also in the gas station), who soon turned on the sirens and pulled us over.
His flashlight soon shined in our window.
“I’m sorry officer,” Dan stammered. “It was dark, and I got a little confused.”
“So what state, err, country are you guys from?” asked the officer, taking a look at our license plate.
“Alberta, Canada,” Dan said.
“Alright. Just be careful out there,” said the officer with a smile.
Dan and I drove in silence for a few minutes, that particular vein popping out of his right temple.
“Don’t say it, I know,” he said. “But there’s the excuse! ‘We’re from Canada, eh? They think I’m a little slow, eh?” He laughed, stealing a line from The Simpsons.
This line – “I’m from Canada, eh?” – certainly does come in handy in our future encounters with the thin blue line.