"Hello, this is Deputy _____ _______ of the Summit County Sheriff's Department. How are you tonight, sir?"I think my heart skipped twelve beats. Oh crap, what did I do?! What happened?! I swear I was just sitting here checking email!!
"I'm good...?" I tentatively replied.
Then he launched into a pitch looking for donations for the Fraternal Order of Police. In moments I was off the phone... half relieved, half laughing at myself.
What is it about law enforcement officials that makes us immediately question any possible wrong move we've made in the past decade of life? Now, I haven't committed any crime I should be losing sleep over or panicking about. Yet I automatically assumed the defensive without the blink of an eye.Yes, it's funny. It's downright hilarious in retrospect. No one is dead. I haven't committed armed robbery. I haven't even trespassed in years! Still, a policeman asking for a donation is enough to drain all color from my face.
Who needs to live in a haunted house? I can scare the pants off myself with a little unsolicited help from the living...
