Mike’s head was throbbing with migraine pain as we drove home at midnight from our church's non-alcoholic New Years Eve party.
“So you want me to drive?” I asked sympathetically.
Never one to resist a chance to horse around, and noting the absence of other cars on the road, he cruised erratically down the center line of the highway. “I think you better,” he responded with a grin.
As he pulled into the empty market parking lot, I noticed the lights of a rapidly approaching car, which then slowed down and stopped across the highway from us.
Flinging our doors open simultaneously, we jumped out and sprinted in the January chill to rearrange our positions. Glancing towards the street, we realized our strange antics had been carefully observed by the uniformed driver of the afore-mentioned vehicle with “State Police” printed on the door. He watched as I slowly and cautiously pulled back onto the roadway.
Within moments, his blue and red lights began pulsating with life. Heart pounding, I pulled over and opened my electric window, getting my license out of my purse. He chose instead to approach the passenger side. As Mike opened his window, the officer stuck his head part- way in the window, noticeably sniffing Mike's breathe for tale-tale alcoholic fumes. Then he began questioning him about his wayward driving and subsequent behavior. We giggled nervously as Mike explained. Leaning on the window pane, the policeman inspected Mike’s drivers’ license, aided by a large flashlight.
I was getting cold. “Well, I guess there’s no problem,” I heard him say as I groped in the dark for the one bar out of four that closed my window. Pressing what I thought was the correct bar, I was startled to see that the flashlight’s beam was now aimed at the ceiling, with the wide-eyed officer barely having time to extricate his hand from the fast-closing passenger-side window. The flashlight didn’t make it.
My stammered apology was so inadequate as Mike returned the flashlight. The trooper chose to send us on our way without a citation, but on the way back to his patrol car, he just kept shaking his head and muttering to himself!