Friday, November 9, 2007

Sweet Mistake



This Week’s Theme: Your character met their love in a unique way. How?


I felt a cold hard steel pressed behind my back and fear trickled down my spine. I have always been afraid of guns.

“Put your hands behind your back and your feet apart.”

Perplexed, I followed the instruction of the voice of the stranger.

“I think you are making a mistake sir.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Seriously, I think you are making a mistake. Why are you arresting me officer?”

“I saw you put items inside your bag and that my dear is called theft.”

I smiled.

“Which bag sir? This?”

And I proceeded to show him my I’m Not A Plastic Bag tote by Anya Hindmarch.

“Yes. You do know that it is against the law to shoplift?”

“Uhm. Yes sir. I do know that. But I am not shoplifting. This bag here (and I showed him my bag again) is a shopping bag.”

Confused, he looked at me like I was losing my mind.

“It is true sir. Ask that lady from the counter.”

“Sure, let’s go over there.”

He then proceeded to handcuff my left arm to his right arm to ensure that I don’t run away. I was starting to get irritated. It was funny at first but now it’s just plain annoying.

The saleslady had to call her manager and get her manager to explain the use of the bag before the hardheaded officer allowed me to go.

With a killing look thrown on his way, I paid for my shopping and left.

And there I bumped into the officer again.

“What! Are you going to arrest me again?”, my voice laced heavily with sarcasm.

“No miss. I would like to apologize for my mistake.”

I tapped my feet impatiently.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

I was dumbfounded! Where did that come from? My tapping feet froze in the middle and I almost forgot about it until I realized my foot was a few inches off the ground.

“Sir. Are you joking or mocking me?”

“No! I mean it. Please let me take you to dinner to compensate for the trouble I made earlier.”

“Do you go around taking to dinner all the women that you try to put into jail?”

He laughed, that sweet rich laugh that makes you want to smile and laugh with him at the same time. I smiled.

And that was the start of our history. A mistake that has turned into the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.

I still tease him about how he has mistaken me for a shoplifter every time I get a chance and had fun telling our girls and boys about how we met and fell in love.


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The Alchemist said...

I liked the story. I always knew cops had an advantage to the rest of us when it came to picking up women....Handcuffs!
I like the look of you blog by the way. Thanks for the laugh.

The Alchemist said...

Ok I'll try this again. I liked your story. I always knew that cops had an advantage over the rest of us when it came to picking up women....Handcuffs! Thanks for the laugh.
I like the look of your blog, by the way.

~willow~ said...

LoL! What an awesome tale! I'm glad it ended well, though - all too easy for this to spin out of control and have him stalking her or something :-) Nicely done!

Square1 said...

Awww! This is really sweet. Nicely done.

Paul said...

Aaaw, now that's sweet!

Or maybe a clever pick-up technique by the cop ;-)

d sinclair said...

phwor, they get a gun out to arrest shoplifters in your neck of the woods?? extreme!
a very sweet story :)

gautami tripathy said...

One sweet story. Very glad it ended so well for you..