I'm pulled over to the side of the road, staring at the blinking police lights in the rear view. I see an officer walking up, taking another glance at my license plate before coming to my window.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" He leans on the car, looking in, and I'm sure he looks familiar but I'm definitely seeing double.
"Wuz the limit?"
"30."
"Yeahhh. 30. Devinitly 30."
I hear a laugh, and a bright light is shined on my face.
"Are you the one that picks up Amy from school?"
"Yes sirrr." Like an idiot, I salute, and nearly fall to the passenger seat.
"Are you drunk?"
"Oh! You're the hot cop!"
Everything gets fuzzier as my door is opened, and I feel myself falling, coming back up, and falling again.
I must pass out, because I wake up and I'm not in my car. I'm laying on a cot, and see a little metal sink across the room. Before I see the bars, I know I'm in jail.
"Hey!"
The sound of the officers voice startles me, and I jump up immediately, rushing to the bars.
"I'm sorry! Amy is in the hospital!"
His face is stern. He's really angry. "Do you know that you could have killed someone's daughter, brother, mother, or wife? There's no excuse for this bullshit behavior." He bangs a stick on the bars and walks away.
Jacey comes to my rescue a few hours later.
"Sarah! What the hell were you thinking?"
"Is Amy okay?"
"She's fine! You could lose your license for this!"
I drop my head shamefully, and remember that I need to be the one rescuing her. It shouldn't be the other way around.
"I need to get to work."
Another officer unlocks the door, and I'm handed paperwork showing when my court date is for the DUI I've now acquired.
Jacey drops me off at work, and Mr. Mooney finds me in the elevator before I even make it to my floor.
"Rough night?"
I'm looking down at the floor, but glance over to see him looking at me. Maybe I look like crap, or maybe he's wondering why I'm late.
"Sorry I'm late."
I expect him to give me a speech about representing the company in an appropriate way, or lateness is next to lack of employment..ess. Instead he hands me a business card. I look up, and he's no longer looking at me.
I turn it over and there's nothing written on the back. It's just a basic business card. Jack Mooney, phone number, and all that jazz.
"If you ever need a ride, feel free to call me."
The elevator dings and he steps off as my mouth drops. I don't know how he could know. The whole office must know. I step out ready to face the criticism.
