While driving my customary route home from my duty hours in my personal car, which has a Ham radio capable of receiving our work radio frequency, I stopped at the corner store to pick up some milk and eggs.
While I was walking to my car after just leaving the store, a blue Chevrolet Cavalier swerved from the street, jump the curb, crossed 85 feet of parking lot and T-boned the passenger side of my 1992 Eagle Premiere.
I walked over to the driver of the car in order to see if he was all right, and to get the insurance information from him, thinking of just how I was going to let him have it for wrecking my car, when the 6'4" man exited his vehicle, handed me a 1/4 full bottle of Canadian Club Rye Whiskey, and said, "Quick, get rid of this before the cops come, will ya?"
I took the bottle from him, as asked, and watched the look of relief on his face slowly transform into realization, and acceptance, as he finally bothered to look closely at who he was talking to.
I was in full uniform.
Stolen from: Phil of Phils Phun