(Or how I unintentionally made a police officer nervous.)
Yesterday, after I finished my shopping at Walgreen’s, I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. There was a light at the intersection so I came to a stop behind a police car. The light turned green, the police car moved forward, and so did I.
I followed the police car for a few blocks to another intersection where we both turned right. I idly wondered if the policeman inside the car noticed I was following him.
Two blocks later, we came to the intersection where I planned to turn left – my usual route home. The police car turned left and so did I. After a few seconds, the policeman turned right into a residential area – my residential area. I had no choice but to continue to follow him.
Another turn left and an immediate turn right and I was still behind the police car at what I hoped was a non-threatening distance. Apparently it was not. The policeman pulled over to let me go around him, which I did. As I watched in my rearview mirror, the car pulled away from the curb and resumed its route.
I felt badly that my innocent actions would cause apprehension to anyone, let alone a police officer. I briefly considered rolling down my window as I drove passed to explain that I was just on my way home. But in these unsettled times, that probably would not have been a good thing. On the bright side, the incident gave the cop an interesting story to tell back at the precinct.