Chocolate #100WCGU

The policeman stared at me, drinking in my size-too-small jogging bottoms and my ‘RELAX’ t-shirt under the treacherous hooded jacket. “It’s all a misunderstanding. I don’t even like them and I’m on a diet!” I heard my voice raise an octave and attempted to lower it to my normal tone, “Seriously it must have just fallen off the shelf and into my hood when I reached up for some water…”  as I attempted to demonstrate I overbalanced and clumsily knocked his hat, suddenly it was in my hand and as he reached for his cuffs I knew the day was about to get worse.

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