i hate night shift

I got pulled over last night when I was running home for lunch to pick up my tablet I'd forgotten to take to work. Even though I knew it was one of my guys, the adrenaline still spiked and I was sure I had warrants and was probably going to jail. I frantically tried to remember if I was wearing the bra with the underwire because they don't let you keep that in jail and I do not want to be braless in jail. I even forgot to say the one thing I always wanted to say when I got stopped on campus - "Sir, you have forgotten your boombox. How can you possibly dance now?"

Instead I waited until he finally peered into the car with his flashlight and said, "hey buddy." He cursed. I cursed. He turned my headlights on. We all laughed as I sped away.