On my way home from work today I needed to stop for gas. That shouldn't be a big deal. Only, as I stepped out of the car the heel of my right shoe somehow caught on the pant leg, and I nearly fell on my face right in front of the cop car that idled on the other side of the pumps. Yes, I can stumble over my own feet.
Then, the little display on the pump was malfunctioning, and I probably looked pretty confused as I squinted and tried to figure out what it was saying about, "something-something-not-available-something-see-attendant." I thought it was whining over my card, but it was about not being able to give a receipt.
Here it's the other way around. Green is diesel and black is gas.
Naturally, every time I get gas I grab the green handle, realize it's the wrong size, and rejoice over catching it before filling up with the wrong fuel.
Evidently, falling out of the car, being unable to complete payment in a timely manner, and nearly filling the car with diesel was enough to get attention. The cop waited until I was done and followed me almost all the way home.
Having to keep the speed limit, not mess with my phone, come to a complete stop at all stop signs, use the blinker every time, and attempting to be a model citizen for twenty minutes was hard work!
On the bright side, if I ever need a heroine to hook up with a cop, now I know how to get their attention. =)