We were returning from dinner at a neighbor’s just a few blocks away, when the sirens started whining and lights flashed behind us. I was driving. My husband was in the passenger seat.
“Why would he be pulling me over?” I panicked out loud. “Was I swerving? I only had one glass of wine and that was with dinner.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing.” reassured my husband. “You weren’t doing anything wrong. Maybe you have a light out or something, just pull over.”
So, I did and rolled down the driver’s window as the policeman approached.
“License and registration, please” he requested.