Seeing a Cop In Line At Starbucks Gave Me The Jitters
<p>Our arrival at the entrance to the coffeehouse coincided with that of the cop we had followed into the lot. He went in first while I asked my father to hold back. He understood my trepidation.</p>
<p>As expected, when we walked in, an all too familiar feeling came over me, as if I were floating above myself. I could not will my legs to move toward the line, ultimately volunteering my father to be the necessary buffer between myself and the officer. Though I must admit, the gap between my father and myself was abnormally wide for people in a line. Frozen, I just didn’t have it in me to move any closer — not toward “the enemy.”</p>
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