Two officers approached Jane’s BMW without drawing their weapons.
They directed her to lower her window and show her license, vehicle registration and proof of insurance.
Jane included her White House ID for good measure.
“Been drinking, Ms. Doe?” one officer asked.
One beer, Jane said. She explained she was simply exhausted from a grueling day at the White House defending the police from bullshit media criticism.
“Thank you for that, Ma’am. But we can’t let you back behind the wheel.”
“We’re just a block over.”
“Wouldn’t be prudent, Ma’am.”
“I’m grateful to find myself in such strong and capable hands, officers.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Officers Schwartz and Fitzwilliams drove the damsel in distress home and offered her husband a ride back to the Beemer.
“You’re lucky that you’re a beautiful woman.” Dick told her the next morning. It wasn’t a compliment.
This was the third DUI Jane had sashayed out of since they’d met.
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