Around 8:00pm on a Monday night, officer Robert Chambers notified dispatch of his intent to do the traffic stop on the highway 134 that ran into town. The beat up gold Oldsmobile he had spotted had it's right-rear taillight out.
It had been a long boring night so he was happy to at least get something on the books. A busted taillight wasn't exactly the high octane thrill that had made him want to join law enforcement but this would at least get him out of the car for a couple of minutes. He pulled out from where he had been parked watching for speeders and flipped on his lights and siren.
The "suspect" it seemed a little much to call the man a "suspect" but here we were, the "suspect" pulled over to the shoulder under one of the lights that dotted the two lane road.
Robert got out and approached the vehicle as an average looking man rolled down the window. "Good evening sir, I'm Officer Chambers of the Adams County Sherrif's Department do you know why I pulled you over?"
The man chuckled, "Probably because you've got nothing better to do and you think I should pay a ticket because of it."
Robert balked a bit. "No... uh sir your rear taillight is out." He said with a bit of a stammer that he, at least in his mind, recovered nicely from.
"Listen buddy," the man said, his voice raising a little bit, "Why don't you give me a warning and just let me get down the road?"
Officer Chambers might have done just that until he had called him buddy. Any sort of friendliness left him as he said, "License and registration please."
The man moodily dug through his glove compartment and handed over the registration and then fished in his pocket pulling out his wallet and his phone.
"Here you go Off..i..cerrr"
The snide attitude of the suspect was annoying to Chambers. He was just doing his job. He took the documentation and started walking back to his car.
Just as he reached out to pull open the door, he felt something shift, then his hand that had been a breath from the car's door grasped nothing but air.
He stood there dumbfounded for a moment. His car had been there with the lights casting a flashing blue haze across the empty road and the surrounding farmland and then it was gone.
When Robert Chambers came to his senses again, he looked around. He was no longer on the highway, but instead in a classroom full of sixteen-year-old girls that were staring up at him. All of them had on a green plaid skirt, a yellow blouse, a green plaid tie, green blazer jacket, and green knee-high socks with a black band at the top. Looking down at himself, he noticed that he was wearing a yellow polo shirt, tan trousers, and a green blazer that matched the girls' uniforms. From what he could gather, he sensed that he was a teacher in this classroom full of girls, but he had no idea what to do. And so, he looked down at his books and discovered that he must be an algebra teacher. He looked up at the board and noticed that there was a problem to be worked out and so he asked who would be willing to come to the front to work out the problem. A girl, Beth, came up to the board, but before doing so, pecked Robert on the side of the cheek with a kiss, much to his embarrassment and surprise. Robert quickly stepped away from the young girl not wanting any attention sensing this girl was jail bait. The girl, dejected, stepped over to the board and started solving the equation on the board. Anthony looked through the window on the door in the back of the classroom. His Chronovac worked like a charm. He chuckled a bit at watching Robert dodge a flustered school girl who was currently working out an algebra problem on the ink board. He wondered what else "Mr. Chambers" would be getting himself into as the day progressed on. Would accusations fly in the teacher's lounge? Anthony was about to find out.