“I am sober.” I responded, the light touch of fear starting to squeak its way into my voice. His flashlight blinded me briefly as he looked inside my car again. I could tell he was summing up the situation, trying to figure out whether I was telling the truth or not.
“You were swerving your car in the lane, then when I came up behind you, you started tapping on your brakes and slowing down. The speed limit is 45 and you were only doing 35.” I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure my kids were ok in their car seats.
“Officer, it’s midnight. I am coming from a lock-in at our church because I’m tired. I just took a little longer of a blink then I was expecting. And when you came up on me, I was trying to let you pass. Your lights were shining right in my eyes.”
He flashed his light into the back of the car and saw my kids, then looked at me again. “You didn’t pull over when I turned on my lights.”
“No sir. My mother-in-law is a cop and told me that I didn’t have too if I felt unsafe. This strip of road has no lights on it, and I didn’t feel safe pulling over until we got closer to town. I did slow down however. Is that a problem.”
He lowered his flashlight out of my face and seemed to be content with my answer. “Well…” he paused as he mulled over his words. “Alright, just get home.” As he turned to walk away, he added, “And don’t blink.”
I let out a sigh or relief as I watched him walk back to his squad car. Turning the key in the ignition, the car sputtered for half a second, then went dead.
Isn’t it amazing how some moments can evolve into chaos.