He screamed. Loudly. Had anyone been around, they would have thought him a lunatic. Had they known the reason, they probably would have understood. Well, probably not.
The song played on and he continued singing along with it. He enjoyed long drives. He could play the most eclectic songs on his iPod and actually enjoyed being able to listen to more than the two songs he would usually get in on the drive into work. Sometimes there are drawbacks to living so close to work.
He continued singing. Being so focused on his music and what he would call, “rocking out,” he neglected to see the DPS patrol unit stopped on the shoulder of I-10. He saw the lights in the rear view mirror. If the cop car had sirens, he sure as hell didn’t hear them. He pulled over and rolled down his window. The heat was almost unbearable.
“Turn the engine off, son,” the DPS officer said, hand on his firearm. The engine was promptly shut off and the heat became completely unbearable. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” asked the officer.
“I would guess it has something to do with me speeding because I was rocking out,” he responded.
“You would be right,” responded the officer. “What uh… what exactly are you listening to?”
“Heh. Pixies. Ever heard of them?” he asked, instinctively pulling out his wallet.
The officer smiled, rolled back his sleeve and showed a phrase tattooed on his shoulder which read: If man is five, then the devil is six and God is SEVEN. In chorus, they both sang, “This monkey’s gone to heaven!”
They both started laughing. The cop seemed alright. Maybe, he thought, he’s gonna get away with this. The cop drew his attention back on him. “You’re lucky I’m a Pixies fan. Get out of here, drive safe and pay attention. The rest of the cops from here on are overweight with a chip on their shoulder.” He nodded and the cop walked back to his car, singing silently to himself a song which was likely a Pixies song. He put his wallet back into his pocket, turned the engine over, and rolled up the window. The feel of the air conditioning was great on his now very hot face.
“Next stop, home.”
That was fun. How much of it was real?
lol Thanks. None of it is. It just popped into my head while sitting at the coffee shop with some friends. I love wifi.
That’s an awesome story.