Thanks to my friends Gayle and Paul, I almost got arrested yesterday. Knowing their collective sense of humor, they will probably find this story funny.
I stopped by the post office to drop off a holiday card for these dear friends, and as I was in a hurry, I drove up to the curbside box, a commodious double-wide thing with enough room inside for a football team. Failing to actually look, I attempted to gently place my little card in the slot , and the mailbox upchucked cards all over my car. Turns out the box was overloaded (probably by some eggnog-addled snowbird who shoved packages down its slot and jammed it), so my one pathetic excuse for a greeting card resulted in a puking postal. I got out of my car (at that point, there was no one pulled up behind me) and picked up the cards, intending to put them back into the impossibly stuffed slot. Fortunately, a nice postal
worker came out just in time to empty the box.
Of course, as I am bent over, hands full of other peoples’ mail, who pulls up but a local cop. At that moment, of course it looks like I am committing a federal offense. Call it luck or a lack of desire on his part, but I was spared a set of nice shiny handcuffs, a ride in that tricked-out ridiculous police SUV (why our town cops have them is a puzzle; we live in a village, people!) and worst of all, explaining to my husband how his wife is in jail and he would have to fix his own dinner for one night.
So, if you have a good holiday story, please post, share, tag and laugh about it. We could all us it. And stay safe out there.