Wait, Dr. Pepper – like an infomercial, THERE’S MORE! A few months later, my mom O”H went to a sisterhood meeting and got a ride home with one of her friends. It was late at night, maybe midnight, and they were sitting in the friend’s car in front of the driveway and schmoozing for a half hour. All of a sudden, they found themeselves surrounded by cops who shone their flashlights in their eyes, demanding to know what they were doing there.
The ladies got out of the car and explained they had come from a women’s meeting and were just chatting, and the officers informed them that a neighbor had called 911 to report a suspicious-looking car, with the headlights on and no sign of anyone exiting the car (which takeh WOULD be suspicious in my old neighborhood).
My mom was indignant and said, “What nut job would call the police on us?” By this time the “nut job” AKA my wonderful father O”H, sheepishly recognized my mother and came out to tell the cops to cuff her and take her away…er…to let her go as she is his wife. Embarrassed does not cover it. I think he is still making it up to her in Shamayim.