Her heart leaped to her throat as the black and white Shakopee police car wheeled into our driveway. The mother-of-three thought immediately one of them may be the purpose of the officer's sudden afternoon visit.
It was Kathleen they were looking for, however. She's the latest miscreant to drive away from the Holiday gas station without paying for her tankful. The uniformed officer, in full view of the entire neighborhood, stood on our front porch and explained that Kathleen could simply call down to the gas station and give up her credit card number. She meekly nodded and said she would do just that, without making the observation that the real criminals are the ones who would charge $4 for a gallon of gas.
Despite being reassured that unintended drive-offs are a common occurrence, Kathleen found it necessary to finger her partner.
"I'm sorry, officer," she explained. "Usually it is my husband who does this."
