Prom, Collapsing Roads, and the Police

As I stared in the mirror at my reflection, I tried to imagine what colors and shades I should use to do my perfect prom makeup, like an artist would stare at a blank canvas. Being the indecisive person I am, I called my mom, who was out of town with my dad, to ask her opinion. She then, gave me the bad news. Apparently one of her friends drove past the entrance to our neighborhood and discovered the road was blocked off and there were emergency vehicles and police cars everywhere. They weren't letting anyone out. After many confusing phone calls and stories about a bridge collapse and road flooding, my Dad called dispatch (my dad is a Cop) and established that an irrigation ditch flooded and the water was corroding the dirt underneath the asphalt, thus, making it a hazard for cars to drive over in fear the road would collapse under the cars weight. They were, however, letting people walk across. Essentially, it was not impossible for me to make it to prom. I just needed a car to pick me up on the other side and drive me to town. The only problem was that I live 30 minutes from town so none of my friends could drive all that way to pick me up. My Dad, in the end, called in a favor to one of his friends from the Sheriff's Department. I was the only person i know to get a police escorting to prom.

So I grabbed my 4-wheeler, loaded my prom dress and shoes on the back and drove the mile down to the front of my neighborhood, where the Officer was waiting for me. I decided to leave the 4-wheeler there so I could drive it back upon my return from prom. Climbing into the front seat, I thanked the officer many times and he began to drive and turned on some music. I immediately recognized the song as Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch (one of my favorite bands) and exclaimed "I love this song!". He smiled and turned it up. I was not expecting this mustached, middle aged Police Officer to listen to Metal.

He brought me to the High School where my friends were waiting to bring me to dinner. I thanked him again and he told me to call him after prom ended for him to escort me home.

I enjoyed myself at prom. When it ended I called my new Cop friend. He, unfortunately was unable to take me home, so another officer was my escort. He was very nice and I enjoyed talking to him during our 30 min car ride. He asked me if I knew where any of the parties were going to be to which I replied "I'm not cool enough to be invited to any of the parties." and apologized for my lack of coolness. He laughed and informed me that it was a good thing.

We arrived to the entrance to my neighborhood. By that time, there was a large crater where the road once was. Fortunately there were boards placed across for people to cross. The officer walked me across to where my 4-wheeler was waiting for me. I donned my leather jacket, which was in my bag, and removed the keys from my pocket. Just to my surprise, the 4-wheeler didn't start. "This would happen to me." I thought. After a couple minutes of toying with the silly machine, we got it started. I thanked the new acquaintance, hiked up the skirt of my dress and took off down the road. The air was cool, my hair was flying, and I drove as fast as I could for a midnight joy ride on a 4-wheeler in my prom gown.