Gas station moves, Part II

After a nice dinner out this evening, we pulled into the gas station to fill up on some over-priced gasoline. No sooner had Eric gotten out to get the gas did Audrey start looking out the window, waiting for Eric to do his thing.

He starts dancing, backwards, forwards, spinning. Audrey starts yelling, "No, peek-a-boo first! Peek-a-boo first!" He can't hear anything over the loud music playing at the gas station. She keeps yelling, I explain to her that he can't hear her but he will duck down soon enough.

And he did.

And then I see it. Two police officers. Inside the gas station. Appearing to wonder what the weird guy at the pump is doing.

So, I try to get Eric's attention. No luck.

He heads inside to get his receipt (of course the pump is out of paper). I wait to see what will unfold. Thankfully, Audrey is quiet in the backseat as she is content with the amount of peek-a-boo that Eric provided.

After a few minutes, Audrey says to me, "Where is that daddy?"

"Um, he appears to be talking to the nice police officers inside."

I decided I could laugh when the cops did not appear to be requesting a breathalyzer or to see ID of some form. Of course, I was also wondering if one of the cops looked familiar to Eric after his, ahem, chat with one of their colleagues, a couple weeks ago, not more than a mile away.

When Eric makes eye contact with me on the way out of the station, he started laughing. When Eric had gone inside, the kind police officers asked him what was going on, and apparently commented on his dancing. They were content with his response of providing entertainment for his daughter who was inside the car.

As we drove away, Audrey said, "Mommy's so happy! Mommy's laughing and laughing!"

Yes, so long as we aren't bailing your daddy out of jail soon...