Wicked Music
“Wha-a-t?”
“I said, what are you doing here?”
“I’m not doing anything wrong, officer, just sitting here along the road, listening to my iPod.”
“If you have no business here, I suggest you move along, son.”
“I can’t, I ran out of gas.”
“Why are you just sitting here, then? There is a gas station a half mile up the road.”
“Well, I was going to, but I got distracted by this wicked song.”
“Just a minute, son, I’ll get you some gas and get you on your way.”
The officer brought his gas can from his trunk and filled the tank.
“By the way, boy, just what song were you so absorbed in that you forgot what you were doing?”
“Just a minute, let me hook the iPod to my car speakers.”
A little while later, another car stopped, startling the boy and the officer out of their revelry.
“You should hear this song, miss. It’s real nice,” said the officer.
A traffic jam caused by cars that stopped on both sides of the road and on the edge of the roadway and up and down the rural road was spotted by a pilot flying overhead. He reported it to his superiors.
The investigators were never heard from again. The road was closed off and people were warned to stay away from the area.
