Page 2 of I Can't Even

And a crispito did sound good…

Getting out of my car, I locked the doors, then hurried toward the gas station. I noticed that the line of cars beside me didn’t look any happier than I did to be stuck out here waiting on a parade to finish.

Getting to the gas station, I went inside, and immediately was taken back ten years to my childhood.

Crispy Chicken sandwiches, crispitos, the sweet butter biscuits… Yum!

I ordered two crispitos, four biscuits, and a hunk of pizza, then grabbed a chicken sandwich for good measure. While she was taking care of that, I hit up the bathroom.

It was as I was walking back to my waiting food that I spotted my guilty pleasure—Baja Blast Mountain Dew—and snatched that up, too.

The cashier rang me up, and I was heading back to my car not long after.

And, because it was hot as balls in my car, and I didn’t have enough gas to be running it for more than another ten minutes—because Jesus, I hated getting gas—I sat on the hood of my car and ate.

Simultaneously, I went back to my social media hopping.

When the sweat from the backs of my thighs forced me to slide down the hood of my car, I got a better purchase, then pushed myself backward until I was leaning on the glass of the windshield.

I looked around, noticing that others were doing much the same, and went back to eating and scrolling.

It was just as I was about to take a bite of my last crispito when something caused me to pause.

A post from the Dallas Police Department.

Being a nurse, I found myself in contact with quite a few police officers and firefighters, so I followed both of their official social media pages.

My finger moved before I could ask it to, and I was left staring at an aerial view of city streets as a high-speed chase was happening.

I scanned the comments, finding myself intrigued enough to continue to stay on the video.

-Dude’s flying. Don’t they know that we are trying to get home? We don’t want to deal with no bullshit high speed chase.

-Police officer in front of him is right on his ass. He’s like glue!

-Wow, did anyone see the cop’s face that was in front?

-Whoa, hottie alert.

-Umm, officer. When you’re done with that high-speed chase, I’m breaking the law at…

-Holy cow… I wonder what his cuffs feel like.

-All you thirsty bitches need to get off this page and let us adults enjoy the way that officer is playing that 4-Runner like a fiddle.

I laughed at that.

Thirsty bitches indeed.

I went back to the video feed to see if I could get a good look at the guy’s face.

I wondered if I’d seen him before…

But the person filming in the helicopter never got another view of the cop’s face.

A whomp-whomp-whomp had me glancing up to see a helicopter in the sky, and since it wasn’t abnormal for us to see them, I barely gave it a second glance before I went back to the video.

But then the sound of a siren—lots of sirens, actually—started to pierce through my avid fascination.