the back burner

boo-boo

I bumped another driver tonight. Even though there was no damage, he wanted a police report. Even though it took a million light years for the po-po to arrive, he wanted a police report. Even though the officer tried really hard to TALK HIM OUT OF IT, he wanted a police report.

So I got a ticket.

And then my battery died. Atlanta police aren't allowed to give jumps, so we locked the car (the windows were down -- darn power windows!) and he drove us to McDonalds. In order to do this, he had to search us (hands on the car, please) and put us in the back of the car. What fun.

Kudos to William Akins, who is not afraid to give friends jumps, who is not afraid to drive the wrong way up the access road to get there, and who always carries jumper cables.