Early one evening, I was sitting in the idling car in front of Fay and Jeff’s house, talking to Sarah on my cell phone as it recharged from the cigarette lighter. A Humvee rolled slowly past and stopped at the corner, twenty yards ahead. Two guardsmen stepped out and sauntered slowly towards me, casually but with hands on their rifle-straps.
“Hold on a second, babe…” I rolled down my window and gave my cheeriest, most un-looting “Hi!”
“Sir, are you aware there’s a curfew?” He must have been about nineteen.
“Yeah… But I’m staying right there, and my phone was dead, and I needed to make a call, and I only have a charger in the car...”
“You have two minutes, sir.” They re-sauntered back to the Humvee. The Humvee didn’t move.
Exactly two minutes later, they climbed back out and started towards me again.
“Okay! I’m done…! I gotta go, babe. I love you… Alright! You all have a good night!”
They watched me cross the street and go inside. The Humvee rumbled away.
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