The Interview and the Trooper
THE INTERVIEW AND THE TROOPER
I was on my way to apply for a job,
My interview was for 2PM that day,
I wasn’t dressed for the occasion yet,
So I pulled onto the shoulder of the parkway.
My suit was in the rear seat,
So I had to move back there to change,
This way I could look professional,
For the meeting we had arranged.
So I moved the passenger seat forward,
In order to gain more leg room.
I felt a little uneasy doing this,
Since I usually get dressed in my bedroom.
I barely slipped into my pants,
But they were still down by the floor,
When all of a sudden, there was a knock, knock, knock,
On the window of the door.
It was a New York State trooper,
Who seemed to come out of nowhere,
He asked me to roll down my window,
But I was still just in my underwear.
I could not lower the power window,
Because the car was not on,
I was hoping that the officer,
Would not have to use his baton.
So I opened up the door,
He saw me sitting in my shorts,
I was having several thoughts,
Of making an appearance in the courts.
I gave an explanation to the trooper,
Why I was changing in the car,
But I’m sure he thought this incident,
Was still a little bizarre.
He let me finish getting dressed,
While he explained his point of view,
So he let me go without a summons,
And I arrived on time for my interview.
Copyright © Mark Friedman | Year Posted 2015
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