I go to pick Lucy up from her evening classes.

There is a road block set up on highway on-ramp. Police lights flash and officers are tapping on windows.

Stopping, I roll my window down, and the officer offers me what looks like an old three-function TV remote control.

I push the square button in the middle of it.

"No," says the officer. Then he blows in my face: "...phfhfff."

I don't like it. Who likes to be blown on? He is police, but I don't think this is warrented.

"Phfhfhhee." I blow back in his face.

"No," he says again. He points at his remote control then blows on it.

It beeps.

"Hey!" I say. "Have you been drinking?"

"No, no." he says. "Beep is no drinking."

"What sound is drinking?" I ask.

"Buuuu." he answers. A much lower beep. Then he blows again in my face.

"Buuuu." I mimic.

He looks surprised.

"Joking." I say.

He smiles. Then holds the TV remote back out to me.

I blow on it, and it gives a high happy beep.

The officer echos its happy beep, and waves me on.

As I drive away, I take a beer from the glove compartment, and crack it open.