So, I’m coming up Clarksville Pike (terrific job on the resurfacing, by the way, Nashville) and there’s an accident blocking both north-bound lanes. A police officer moves into the south bound lanes and starts waving people through.
Did I wait to get into the southbound lane until the last possible minute so as to be in my lane should the police officer decide to let people come south?
No I did not.
So he had to move everyone around me.
It was pretty embarrassing.
And here is where all of my midwestern ancestors begin rolling in their graves because we certainly do not interact with people we don’t know, if we can help it.
…I rolled down my window and apologized to the police officer!
He said, “Oh. It’s fine.”