I , John Jacob Schmidt, am late for work. My alarm didn’t go off and I have five minutes before I have officially been deemed late. That has never happened before. I have worked at “Lock Up Security” for ten years and I have never been late. NOT ONCE!
I don’t even have time to brew a pot of coffee. I grab an oversized striped sweater and blue jeans. I rush out the door barely having time to put on shoes. I didn’t have time to lace up my tennis shoes so today’s fashionable footwear are my pink bunny slippers. I run down one flight of stairs. Then another, but in the third flight of stairs, I fall and topple and roll down the next two flights causing me to lose a bunny slipper. There is no time to go back and get it so I run out the door looking like a five year old. I finally reach my van.
At this point I realize I have forgotten my keys in my house. I punch the car door, “Great! This is an amazing start to my day!” not even trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice from myself. I run up the stairs and throw open my door and grab my keys. I glance at the clock it’s 7:01. I’m already late and it is going to take me 5 minutes to get to work. I run down the stairs again open my yellow van’s door and slam it shut. I start the…show more content… BEE DOE! BEE DOE! BEE DOE! I hear the police sirens behind blaring behind me. I pull over to the side of the road and reluctantly roll down my window. I look and see a tall man with a buzz cut ,but I can tell by the little hair left on his head he has black hair. He is intimidating, but I work up the courage to say.“Is there a problem officer?” I ask attempting to act like everything is ok. “You were going pretty fast there. Twenty miles over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration please.” I dig through the glove compartment and find my registration papers and fish out my license from my beat up leather wallet. I hand it to the officer who has been standing there with a blank expression the whole
