I catch a gently flashing yellow light out of the corner of my eye and behold an antiquated red Chevy blazer drives slowly by with the flashing yellow light on the dash. Ah! it is the friendly-neighborhood "rent-a-cop"!
As he drives slowly by I take note of the license tag "BIGOWL" - OK, everyone with me so far? Then it hit me the tag is - now don't get ahead of me! Handicapped!!!!!!!
As we were leaving he was again parked in front of the restaurant - folks this is Roanoke, Virginia on the 14th of January and it is 68 degrees! Anyway, he has his windows down, so I walk up and look in - I mean, my curiosity had the best of me! He looked at me. He was, I'd say mid-late 60's or rode hard and put away wet too many times 20's! I just smiled and said "Hey, how's it going?" he said "Fine," and we walked on to our car. The only thing that would have made it more bizarre is if he had been a crossdresser.
Well, guess you had to be there!
Virginia