the back seat

Today was REALLY REALLY cold and I realized this at 4:05am as I walked my way to Starbucks.  When 8:45 rolled around and my shift was over I started to pout about having to walk all the way back home.

Fortunately a cop offered me a ride. Since he is a cop, that is a regular, and I trusted him, and I had my cell phone, and my barista friends nodded encouragingly: I took a ride.

I plopped down into the seat, which turned out to be hard plastic. They do not make our criminals too comfy, in case you were concerned about it.  Once we reached the house he rolled down the window so I could reach around and let myself out.  

Sweet, man.  Lydia, I am sorry you have heard this story about 7 times today. Eight counting this one.