Write four lines of prose around the idea of: making the call.
Inspired by what transpired just south of Penticton this evening, on Max's first nighttime excursion that took us beyond Kat's parents house just up the hill.
For the record: the 'he' in this tale is purely speculative. Easily could have been a 'she', I just had no intention of getting close enough to find out. Especially with Max in the car.
He's doing sixty km/h in an eighty zone - something's up.
Okay, now he's swerving into the oncoming lane - I'm thinking drunk driver.
... And now he's speeding - too bad I have no interest in getting close enough to see his license plate.
Now that we're stopped at the lights and he's the only car in the far left turning lane I can see his plate clearly... and he almost caused an accident when the lights went green - time to call 911.