By Arrest22
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was about noon on a Friday. I work overnights, so I was just beginning my weekend. I was flying down the highway on 680. I was wearing dark blue jeans, my Friday staple, a midnight blue polo, and birkenstocks. I changed into my sandals after hitting the gym at work.
Sometimes when the music hits, you lose track of time. In my case, I also lost track of my speedometer.
I saw the blue lights in my rearview before I heard them.
“FUCK!” I exclaimed loudly to no one.
I found a safe place to pull over. Doing so was not the easiest task as it was lunch hour on a Friday. I could hear the cop car telling me to pull over from their loud speaker. It was annoying because that’s exactly what I was trying to do.