My Ridealong

Now, maybe I'm not so modest when I say that I think I'm pretty hardcore for going on a ridealong with my husband. In an actual city. In the bad area of town. During the midnight shift. ON THE NIGHT THE POWER WENT OUT.

All that's true, but I wasn't scared or anything. Matt knows what he's doing, I have shot a gun before, etc. I cruised with Matt on a ten-hour shift and we barely had time to stop and take a bathroom break! (I'm pretty sure I was the only one that needed one, though.)

Anyway, these are some of my thoughts on my very (VERY!) eventful night.

1. Hm, why are kids up so late? Like, these are little kids. Running around. And it's late.

2. Uh, that guy just called my husband a "mofo." I'm feeling defensive...

3. Okay, it's 3:30 in the morning and there are a LOT of people at this gas station. And not many of them are getting gas. You couldn't pay me to get out of bed and hang out at 3:30 am.

4. Oh, this is fun. My husband must love getting to pat down a bunch of grown men who act like children. Such fun!

5. We are driving very fast and there are lights going and sirens blaring and my coffee is spilling and burning my leg. Ow, ow, ow. This better be worth it. Ow!

6. My husband doesn't get paid enough to deal with some of this crap.

7. My husband gets paid way too much. Look how much fun he's having!

8. How does he do this without coffee?!?!

Anyway, I had a good time and I got to wear a bulletproof vest. And I looked silly in it. Most importantly, I got to watch my husband do what he loves, and he's good at it. I came home with a new respect for him and what he goes through every night.

And then I passed out from sheer exhaustion.