This Is the Destructive Habit That’s Messing Up Your Life
And the cure is a lonely word
I just picked up a hot mocha and settled into the driver’s seat of my patrol car. Earlier that morning I handled a traffic collision.
Thankfully, no one was hurt, but I spent over an hour getting statements, taking measurements, and coordinating with the tow truck driver.
I finally had a chance to take a break and enjoy my mocha. I leaned back in my seat and enjoyed the steaming aroma.
“Coffee and chocolate — the inventor of mocha should be sainted.” -Cherise Sinclair, House of the Lion
Predictably, just as I took my first sip, dispatch came over the radio with a call: “Shoplifter in custody.”
So much for my coffee break. I clamped the lid on my mocha cup and drove to the local K-Mart store where security had detained a shoplifter.
The manager greeted me by the entrance of the store.
“Hey John, how’s it going,” she said.
“Oh fine, Carol. I was just about to enjoy my mocha when this call came in,” I told her.
“Murphy’s law, right? Anyway, Joey’s upstairs with the guy he caught,” she said.
