This morning I heard knocking at my door. I contemplated not answering it, because I wasn’t expecting anyone. Actually, I hid in the kitchen while I heard knocking and the ringing of my doorbell. Finally I crept to the window and saw the police. So I ran to the door and opened it, not thinking that I was not properly dressed…as in, no bra.
So now I’m standing on the front porch with my arms permanently crossed across my chest, totally regretting not grabbing a jacket.
Then the police officer and I realize that we know each other from high school. He reached in to hug me but obviously I couldn’t do that so I slightly extended one hand and we shook.
And even after that realization, he still kept calling me ma’am.
This was my morning…