took a slow, deep breath. He was clearly trying not to laugh. Finally, he looked my wife dead in the eye and said, “Ma’am… you hit a parked car.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
My wife froze, her jaw dropping. I tried really tried not to chuckle. The officer added, struggling to keep a straight face, “And that gentleman you’re so upset about?
That’s a cardboard cutout we use for training. He wasn’t on his phone. And he certainly wasn’t drinking.”
My wife blinked, turning beet red.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from bursting out laughing as she muttered, “Well… maybe he looked reckless.” The officer finally allowed himself a small grin. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Happens more often than you think.” Let’s just say the ride home was very, very quiet.
