Driving home alone yet again in the wee hours of the morning after an unsuccessful night out trying to find a guy or gal to have sex with, I took the quiet, unlit back roads that meandered through the wooded hills.
My peaceful cruise through a darkened nature was interrupted by flashing lights behind me...
I was being pulled over, damn it! I wasn't drunk or anything, though I did have a few, and had partaken before going out, and a joint when I left the club. But, legally, I was probably "impaired".
I pulled over at the next safest gravel spot and awaited my fate.
In usual fashion, The Cop took his sweet time before getting out of his cruiser, and performing the typical slow gait towards my driver's door.
My window already down, The Cop asked for my license and registration. I handed them to him, and he read my name aloud from my license.
Instead of walking back B to b the cruiser as they always do, he ordered me to get out of the car.
He led me to the passenger side and opened both the front and rear doors so that we were standing between them facing the car.