Our office closes at 5 p.m.
Sometimes I'm the last one to leave, sometimes I'm not. Yesterday I just happened to be the first. No reason, I just was.
And as I drove down the street and headed home, one of St. Cloud's finest pulled out of an intersection and began following me - very closely. "Uh huh, he's fishing for revenue," I thought. Sure enough, two blocks down the road he flipped on the lights and pulled me over.
Of course being the suspicious looking character that I am, it only made sense that the first officer sidestepped his way up alongside my window while his partner cautiously covered the right back corner WITH HIS HAND ON HIS GUN.
... as Starsky and Hutch were poised for the big bust, who should happen to drive by? Why but of course - coworkers #1, #2, #3 AND #4, all in a row!
Oh - and the big offense? Expired tabs.
I should sooo be locked up.