Face to Face with the Law

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” He says, rising on his heels, his hands behind his back. His spiffy blue uniform is the only thing he’s got going for him, actually he comes across as the quintessential ‘British Bobby’. Straight out of a movie or a comic book.
“It was nothing officer, I… I… I… just, sort of walked out of the shop with it… by accident.”
[under my breath and beet red… “Shit, bugger, poo…”]
ed. the language round here is going downhill rapidly… alert the blog authorities
“Open your purse, young lady…”
[eyes light up.. young? He thinks I look young?]
I open my purse… he peruses… thoughtfully.
“Right, what’s this then?” he says as he withdraws an envelope.
I’m gobsmacked… He’d missed it… breathing resumes normal patterns…
He opens the envelope and reads the contents.
Ah, right then, I see you’ve got an appointment with us already… we’ll take this up with you then…
I nod and smile and take back the envelope.
Relieved.
And a tiny bit excited actually… Why?
Appointment Details.