"Dad, Uh, I cut myself, and it's GONNA need stitches."
Great. So I jump into my jeans and fire up the MS6. Hauled A55 to his friend's house. Some monkey in a blue, debadged A4/S4 thought I was racing him because I was driving aggressively. I didn't even know he was there until I slowed and he pulled up beside me, matching speed and looking over at me. I ignored him, but did note to myself that he didn't catch me until I slowed down.
Must've been the A4, now that I look back. An S4 would have had no trouble catching me.Anyway, got to the house and it turns out my son, Andrew, had been trying to fix the band on his watch....WITH A HUNTING KNIFE. Knife slipped and sliced a nice two-inch gash in his index finger of his left hand.
So I threw him in the car and was doing about 15 over on the way tot eh ER when I got hit with a blast of Ka-band on the radar detector. Never saw the cop, but it was full-strength, so he was within a half mile. The signal went away and I merged onto a road with a 55mph limit. I punched it up to...uh...significantly higher than that, as my son was bleeding pretty profusely. Couple red lights later, I looked in my mirror and found the cop. RIGHT on my butt. Must've taken him awhile to catch up, assuming it was the same cop that had hit me with his radar.
That calmed me down and I did the limit the rest of the way. He lost interest and used his discretion let me go without pulling me over. Probably figured that since I didn't appear drunk, and there were two hospitals on that road, that I was probably heading to the ER, meaning he had bigger fish to fry. Thank you, Mr. LEO, for the discretion.
Got home around 2:30 after about ten shots of pain killer, seven stitches, and 40 minutes of direct pressure to stop the bleeding.
Andrew has his AFROTC scholarship interview Sunday. I guess we'll have to practice a response to the question, "So what happened to your finger?"
