This past summer, on the way to an afternoon of Annie rehearsals in the dark, cave-like theatre lab at Leach, I was driving.
I was alone.
I was driving the speed limit.
I was driving safely.
I noticed that a policecar was behind me..."No biggie," I thought, "Just drive smart."
Then...oh, horror of horrors...
He turned his lights on.
His lights were flashing.
Red, blue, red, blue.
What do I do?
There's nowhere to pull over. I'll just have to keep going until I can find someplace to stop.
I slowed down. Way, way down.
I was practically stopped in the road.
Then, zippy zoom, the policecar is passing me and (can it be?) is pulling over the car in front of me.
And try to stop shaking.