Sunday, 10:45am, heading home from church, somewhere in Florida
"Oh no! I forgot to go to the bank to deposit this check!"
"That's OK. Turn right at the stoplight; it will take you to Elm Street. That's right where the bank is."
"OK...which street is the right one?"
"The next one.....although, I think it might be a right turn only. I'm not sure"
We slowly approach Elm Street and discover that it is, indeed, a right-turn only. We look around. The tiny side street is deserted. Not a car in sight. The bank entrance is only 100 feet away. My husband and I exchange a silent glance.
"I don't see anybody, do you?"
DH turns left, ignoring the Right Turn Only sign, and drives into the bank's parking lot, pulling up to the ATM machine.
"Hey, that sign said Right Turn Only. You can't do that Papa," says the Rationalist.
We mumble over the objection.
As I fumble in the glove box for a deposit envelope, a loudspeaker announces, "PLEASE PULL AHEAD."
There, behind us, is a cop car, blue lights flashing away. DH and I look at each other and groan as DH pulls up to an empty area in the parking lot. The crunching gravel underneath the police officer's boot alerts us to his presence.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"For making a left turn?" asks DH.
"Yep. That's right. License and registration please."
DH hands it over silently and the police officer goes back to his car to fill out a ticket form.
"See, I told you, you can't make a left there!" says The Rationalist.
"Be quiet. We'll talk about this when we get home."
The police officer appears once again.
"OK. This ticket needs to be paid in 30 days. You can contest it or take traffic school. If you do not take traffic school, you will have 3 points on your license...understand?"
"OK....have a nice day.".....um...sure...absolutely great day.
"What's 3 points mean?" asks Intuitive Monkey.
"What do you have to do in thirty days?" asks The Rationalist.
Wide-eyed and full of awe, Intuitive Monkey asks, "How did he know?", sure that the officer must be in direct contact with God.