"Ma'am, can I see your license and registration?" An officer tapped on my window with his baton.
License and registration... REGISTRATION?? THIS ISN'T MY CAR!
I rolled down the window slowly, a phoney smile on my face. "Well, I mean if you really want to..." I replied.
"Excuse me?" He looked puzzled, then the creases on his forehead re-appeared, and I sunk down in my seat. "License and registration," he said, obviously agitated.
I winced underneath my breath and reached for my bag in the back. Oddly, instead of my jean satchel, I felt paper. I pulled it out, staring amazed at the registration for the van, in front of me. I offered it to the officer, still shocked at the amount of luck I had today with this car. I then grabbed my bag, pulled out my wallet and handed my license to the now very impatient man.
"I'm taking you in, unless you have a ridiculously clever excuse." He tapped his foot anxiously against the pavement.
Ooh. Taking me in. Exciting. Well, you know what they say; actions speak louder then words. I grabbed the cat that was licking himself on the passenger seat and handed him abruptly to the officer. He did a double-take before realizing I had just stuffed a cat in his arms. I swear I saw smoke come out from his ears. I smiled that same smile as before, hoping that he wasn't allergic to fur. Actually, that would solve my problem... I realized my evil smile I now wore had alarmed him.
A muffled voice came from the walkie-talkie the man was wearing, yelling 402 repeatedly. The officer looked around now, a worried expression on his face. He mumbled something into the walkie-talkie, looking annoyed at me.
"You are very lucky." He said, handing me the cat quickly and sprinting back to his cop car. "Too lucky!" He hollered before jumping into his car and racing off. I squeezed the cat into a bear hug, even if he was the reason for this whole encounter with the cop. I let him go, happy for my breathing to be even again.
"He's right, you know."
My heart stopped and restarted in a panic at the sound of a boy's voice coming from behind me. I anxiously grabbed my bag and whipped around, my satchel knocking someone right in the face. Some colourful language flew as both of us strangers looked at each other for the first time.
