the creek water is rising, at last

I went to 7-11 last night to stock up on my last round of finals supplies, i.e. a pint of Ben&Jerry's and diet coke. I realize that's a little busted, I mean yes I can figure the irony out for myself, right?

So there's this young cop, chilling in the 7-11, like he doesn't have any denizens of Austin to protect. And he's all, hah hah, ice cream and diet coke. And I want to be like, bitch, you're not that cute. He's like my age. Is that all they let you do, rookie? Stand by the 7-11 counter and make comments on people's purchases? And then he says, all casual, you know, one of your headlights is out. And I genuinely didn't know that, and express surprise. He says yeah, better get it fixed so I don't have to pull you over. OOOOhh. You have so much power. The power to turn on your little flashy lights so you can get my attention to tell me one of my bulbs is burned out. I complete my transaction and polite conversation with the checkout guy and on my way out thank the cop. He says, get your headlight fixed. I say, yes sir, and he chuckles. And so I am stating here for the record: dude, I was not flirting with you. I was mocking you.

He was just jealous of my cherry garcia