The Cop Hater

I WASN'T one. On the contrary, I was a cop helper. You know him; the pal who wouldn't let you drive at night because you were drunk. He'd call the squad car to escort you safely home. "They'd much rather do that than have you kill someone." The recollection of this good deed was always comforting the next morning when I was trying to figure out the route which I had taken in my own car.