We were driving to church yesterday when I came to one of those traffic lights that were on the red edge of yellow. I would have busted on through the intersection except I saw a policeman hanging in a driveway about 50 yards back.
I said, “I would have gone were it not for the 5-0 back there.”
You said, “po-po”.
No smile. No look up. Just “Po Po”.
You’re not a typical ‘Po Po’ type of person. I don’t even know how to spell it.
It cracked me up, especially since it busted the weekly Sunday morning ‘get-everybody-out-the-door-to-church’ tension.