Last night with the onset of evening came an increasing need to get out for a while.
I decided to go writing.
Once I finally made it out to the car with my computer bag in tow, I realized I had no desire to go to my usual haunt – Paneras. In fact, all I wanted was
to be alone.
No people, just me and quiet – or me, my music, and quiet.
I grabbed some almond M&Ms and headed to a nearby park.
It was wonderful, spending time alone with my thoughts. I didn’t work on my book like I had anticipated, but on yesterday’s blog post – the 100 word challenge. I was so wrapped up in the my solitude that I didn’t realize it was well past dark. (yes, I had the car locked)
Just as I went to shut my laptop a bright beam of light slowly came down the park entrance and toward the van.
I knew what it was.
I didn’t realize that cops really patroled parks after dark, but apparantly they do.
Because, there sitting in front of me was a police car, with a
bright light hitting me square in the face.
I wondered briefly if being in a park after hours was a ticket offense.
I was sitting in the passenger seat of the van with my windows up. Puzzling what to do, I unlocked the door and attempted to poke my head out –
which isn’t a good idea
with a cop car sitting in front of you, but my brain hadn’t kicked in yet.
The cop very nicely told me to stay in the vehicle, so I apologized and popped my head back in.
Finally, my brain kicked in and I sretched across the van and turned the key so I could roll down my window.
Then I waited.
Once thing I have noticed in the few times I’ve been pulled over is that police officers like to make you wait.
Usually I get nervous,
but I wasn’t. I was rather intrigued as to what would happen next.
Finally the cop approached. “So, what are you doing in the park after dark?”
“Oh, I was just working on my computer, writing, taking a break from home and the kids for a bit. I didn’t realize how late it was, I had just put my computer away when you pulled up.”
He talked to me about the danger of being in parks after dark, espcially being a woman. He was very polite. He verified that I was alone and asked my name and where I lived. I motioned the direction (it’s not very far away).
“Well you’re free to go,” he said and turned away.
“Thanks,” I replied, “I’ll be sure not to loose track of the time again.”
“Well, at least you weren’t a pot smoking wacko.”
I laughed. “Well, ya know….” I said sarcastically, with another laugh.
Which probably ISN’T the best thing to say to a cop.
Luckily he laughed, and I went home. 😀