'Where are you going?' the policeman said. 'Crazy', I replied

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For those of you who said things happen in threes' - well - you were right. There I was driving the children to school at 8 am this morning. We have to pass our local Police Station. Now, most of the Police know that I am back and we usually exchange smiles and waves and they do not stop me. This is an unwritten law. They do not stop me to check my papers and would only stop me if I was breaking the law. Get it? This is my only little perk of being mother of the son who is a you-know-what. So a policeman stopped me. Stepped out smartly into the road and indicated that I should pull over. So, naturally, I stopped. Without a good morning, he asked for my papers but he addressed me by my name. I sighed. Bad sign. Knowing my name and stopping me meant that he was on the other side of the great political divide that plagues our country and was out to harrass me. Then he could go back to his cronies and boast about what he had done. He inspected the papers carefully and examined the back of my car which contained the children. There they were, dressed in school uniform with the name of their school on the pocket of their white shirts. Then came the question: Where are you going? he asked. Crazy, I replied and as I said it, I knew that it was a mistake. I had a flashback to when the boys were small on the farm and they would ask their father where he was going, and he always answered 'crazy'. And then they would ask if they could go to crazy with him. You would have thought that as it was nearly school time and the children dressed in school uniform would have given him some kind of clue So I sighed again. Then took a deep breath before explaining that it was a joke, as he was obviousy upset with my retort. Then he asked what school was I driving to? At this, even the children began to giggle as not only was then name of the school on their shirts but this is the only private school in this direction. Where else do you plan to go? he said. None of his business! I could have answered but I decided to keep quiet as each time I open my mouth these days, something unexpected comes out. BUT, I did take out a pen and pointedly took down his number and wrote the time beside his number. And then, I just stared him down. He finally motioned me to leave, so I did. Have a nice day officer, I said. Unbelievable that he is let loose in public with a gun. Well, I've been to crazy and am home again. And as I have help today in the house, I have gone back to bed for a few hours and when I get up will pretend that the day is just beginning. So, have you had any brush with the law recently?