Pull Over

I looked in my rear view mirror and my heart stopped. The flashing red and blue lights. Shit. What did I do? I was just driving home from the gym on a quiet Sunday. I wasn't on the phone. Not texting. Not speeding (my radar detector didn't go off). Just happily listening to the Click and Clack guys on the radio. Are my tags expired? Do I have an outstanding warrant? Too many parking tickets? Sexual offender? Nope, nope, nope. I rolled down my window and got out my driver's license. Mr. Police Officer walked up and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I said no. He said that I rolled through a stop sign back there. He's right. I did. I always roll through that stop sign (I didn't say that out loud). It's on a little side street in my neighborhood. There's a T in the road, so no oncoming traffic and hardly ever any traffic coming from the left that could hit me. But he was right. Take me in. Lock me up. He said that he wasn't going to give me a ticket. He was just getting the word out, some complaints from the neighbors, you know. Uh huh. Thank you so much. I'm so sorry. He took my license and registration back to his car. Again, the heart. What's he going to find? Whatever I did, I'm sorry. He came back, handed me my stuff and told me to have a good day. Whew. I turned around and went back through that intersection. I came to a full stop, but my heart didn't stop racing until I was home.