Those of you in Seattle know what it's like to drive around Greenlake on a sunny day. There's a lot of people watching, pedestrians darting out into the street and wayward soccer balls. I was behind a police car and decided to leave about five or six car lengths between us. A car pulled out into that relatively small place, so I backed up a bit more. That was when the cop stopped suddenly to avoid hitting a child.
Here's a picture of the result:
After I took this picture, the really huge policeman stepped out of his car. Looked to see if the other driver was OK. She must have looked alright because instead of talking to her he walked over to the path overlooking the lake. He put his hands on his hips and stared out into the gently lapping water.
I think he was trying to decide if he would go back to his car and deal with all the paperwork, or if he was going to head down to the lake. I imagine it was tempting to just strip off his uniform and walk into the lake abandoning all of his responsibility just like Reginald Perrin.
As he stood there, the woman in the car began to cry loudly enough that I could hear her. One more sigh, then the policeman walked back to the cars and leaned in to get her information.