There were officers everywhere. Hundreds of them.
Sleep ebbed away.
Maybe not hundreds. In fact, there were only six. Four cars, six officers. Seith was still passed out in the passenger's seat. I opened the door. Slowly.
"Hello?"
If one were to take a picture of me at this point, I'd guess that my eyes comprised about 85% of my face. Until this weekend I had never had a run in with a police officer and now...Well, shit.
"Are you ok, son?" Officer #1 asks.
"Yes. Is something wrong?"
"They're trying to sweep the parking lot." Officer #1 points to a street sweeper vehicle. Officers #5 & 6 sigh and go back to their car and drive off. "They said they tried knocking on your windows but that neither of you would wake up. They thought you were dead."
"No. Definitely not dead. Tired. I was driving to the bus station and I started to fall asleep so I pulled in here to rest."
"Ok. Well, as long as you move the car to the side of the lot that they've already swept, you're welcome to go back to sleep."
"I don't think that's going to be possible for a while."
Officer #2 asked "What's wrong with your friend there? He hasn't moved since we got here."
"Seith?" No answer. "Seith." I leaned in to the car and shook him, sneaking in a pinch that I hope the officers didn't see.
"What the fuck? I'm tired!"
"These officers thought we were dead."
"Dead? What" He finally looked up, and around. "God, where are we? Were we in an accident?"
Officers three and four are now gone.
"No." I thank the officers, answer a few more questions, and fill in Seith as they drive away. Then I start the car and drive the rest of the way to the Big City Bus Station.
I don't remember whether or not I stayed until his bus showed up. I don't think I said or did anything captivating as he left. One moment he was in my car. The next I was on my way home.
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Sleep ebbed away.
Maybe not hundreds. In fact, there were only six. Four cars, six officers. Seith was still passed out in the passenger's seat. I opened the door. Slowly.
"Hello?"
If one were to take a picture of me at this point, I'd guess that my eyes comprised about 85% of my face. Until this weekend I had never had a run in with a police officer and now...Well, shit.
"Are you ok, son?" Officer #1 asks.
"Yes. Is something wrong?"
"They're trying to sweep the parking lot." Officer #1 points to a street sweeper vehicle. Officers #5 & 6 sigh and go back to their car and drive off. "They said they tried knocking on your windows but that neither of you would wake up. They thought you were dead."
"No. Definitely not dead. Tired. I was driving to the bus station and I started to fall asleep so I pulled in here to rest."
"Ok. Well, as long as you move the car to the side of the lot that they've already swept, you're welcome to go back to sleep."
"I don't think that's going to be possible for a while."
Officer #2 asked "What's wrong with your friend there? He hasn't moved since we got here."
"Seith?" No answer. "Seith." I leaned in to the car and shook him, sneaking in a pinch that I hope the officers didn't see.
"What the fuck? I'm tired!"
"These officers thought we were dead."
"Dead? What" He finally looked up, and around. "God, where are we? Were we in an accident?"
Officers three and four are now gone.
"No." I thank the officers, answer a few more questions, and fill in Seith as they drive away. Then I start the car and drive the rest of the way to the Big City Bus Station.
I don't remember whether or not I stayed until his bus showed up. I don't think I said or did anything captivating as he left. One moment he was in my car. The next I was on my way home.
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