I am driving to I don't know where in a car pulling a trailer. I've just pulled into a restaurant parking lot and two cops who I hadn't noticed before catch up to me as I enter the building. The first cop tells me he's giving me a ticket because one of the tail lights on the trailer is out, the other cop tells me I was speeding. I deny speeding (I clearly wasn't) and I point out that one of the lights is on and that should still be legal. Not in this county he says, and tells me he's going to have to impound the vehicle. Not just the trailer but my car too.
At this point the dream gets a little fuzzy and I begin talking to the second cop in angrier and angrier tones about how he's stranded me in the middle of nowhere 1000 miles from home and that I am likely to die out here and leave my kids without a father and they will grow up maladjusted and become threats to society all because of his and his buddy's overzealous enforcement of bogus laws.
The other patrons of the restaurant, who have been avoiding looking at us are now glaring angrily at the cops. The second cop starts to cry, and falls into a heap on the floor, slumped against a wall. The other cop tells me he and his buddy were just pulling my leg- they do it once a week to passersby, just for fun. I start to cry, then slump to the ground next to cop number two, who's still sobbing.
When we calm down, I buy cop two a drink and now we are friends. His partner is nowhere to be found. Cop two hands me a badge.
I wake up sweating ...
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Great. Now you're "it." But sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
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