Two Knocks

The first knock occurred Monday morning on my way in to the office. I was stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to change. Ahead of me was a police car. Suddenly the car started to back up; he tagged my front bumper on the driver's side. The damage was minimal -- I'd sustained worse in parking lot dings that you just shrug your shoulder at and move on. It's just memorable that for once, the guy in the rear wasn't at fault, and the cause was a police sergeant.

The second knock occurred Monday evening on my way to a friend's house for dinner. A deer ran right in front of me; I slammed on the bakes, but I still clipped the critter, which bounced around a few times and then got up and ran away. I stopped the car, turned on the hazards, and checked for damage, but saw none, so I resumed my journey. For the next half mile I drove very slowly looking for the deer on the side of the road, but I didn't see him; hopefully he made it with just a few bruises. Incidentally, the deer hit my car in the exact spot where the sergeant did. Oh, the rumor that the deer was sporting a sticker that read "Friend of the FOP" is a dirty lie.