Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Cops: 0; Me, 1
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. I had half my sandwich and two-thirds of a bottle of orange juice left. I picked up the bottle to surrender it.
"It's not glass, it's plastic!" I said.
"Sure looks like glass."
"It's plastic. Here, squeeze it," I said to the deputy. He hesitated but he did it.
He said, "Lotta people don't take the time to read the signs at the park entrance that glass bottles aren't allowed in the park." And he turned his attention to the folks on the sandbar, fishing, saying, "Wonder what they're catchin' today."
He wandered off to sit in his patrol car, and after lunch I took a little walk to see if my secret, small and narrow fishing spot down the bank was still there. It was.