Once a month I volunteer at a local elementary school. United Way provides an after-school program for kids whose parents have to work, and I help out with whatever they may need that day. Sometimes it’s helping kids with homework, sometimes it’s playing with them on the monkey bars.
This week, as I’m pulling up to the school, I see flashing lights in my rear view mirror. Totally taken off guard, I park in front of a chain link fence bordering the playground. Two cops get out of their cruiser — one of them, I kid you not, crept up the side of the car, hand on her holstered gun like she was ready to take me out. Keep in mind, the lights are still going. And now, the kids are starting to gather along the fence.
Apparently I “blew through the school zone going 29 MPH.” I said the sun was in my eyes. I said the school crept up on me — I can never remember how to get there. I said I had no idea I was going 29 MPH. All true. The best part, though?
COP: Are you a parent? Are you picking up your child?
ME: No. I’m a volunteer.
COP: Oh, really?
ME: Mmm hmm — for the United Way After School Program? I’m here to help the kids with their homework until their parents can pick them up.
Ooh yeah Baby. An even BETTER answer than “I have diarrhea.” (Which I’m SO going to use someday.)
Now the kids are waving.
We talk a little longer, he checks my license, registration, insurance, etc. and tells me he’s letting me off with a warning.
Mommypie. Model Citizen. Example Setter.