Dr. NoSleep

Maybe it was something else, but that's the closest thing I could remember it being.

I roll my window down and the trooper looks down at me.

His face shadowed under his hat.

Do you know why I pulled you over today, son?

No.

I'm afraid I don't, officer.

I... Speeding.

40 in a 20 zone.

License and registration, please.

I handed him my paperwork and I watched him walk off back to his patrol car.

He climbed back inside and he remained there for 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, then 15.

I had been pulled over before, as most people have, but it never took this long for them to run my registration or my license.

After a bit, he walked out of his patrol car with my papers.

He hands them through the open window, looking down at me with what looks like suspicion in his eyes.

You got any family in the military there, son?

I have a cousin who works as an engineer for the Marines.

He might have seen some action in the Middle East, but not a whole lot.

The cop turns his head and spits, some of it landing on the rims of my car.

So you, or at least your family, understands the importance of serving one's country, am I right?

You seem like a good enough guy, so I'll assume you do.