UGH! Six hour headache!

Seriously - my head's been hurting for 6 hours. I'm blaming a lack of caffeine. I finally went to Whataburger and got food and a Dr. Pepper which I will then counteract with a Unisom. That's not the blogworthy part

I was on my way to get food, I was pretty sure I wanted Whataburger, but then a cop started following me. He was actually in the lane to my right, and then Whataburger was coming up on my right and I didn't want to accidentally cut the cop off cause I was nervous so I just kept going. I eventually got in front of him, went through a yellow light (cop still directly behind me, but whatevs, it was totally yellow), then turned right on Airport cause I thought, 'hey, I'll just go to Jack In The Box." As I turned, the cop slowed waaaay down like he was going to turn too, but then I looked back and he kept on going. Good, I thought, that would be dumb if he pulled me over for the yellow light and I'd be pissed cause my head REALLY HURTS and I'm hungry.

I decide I don't want Jack In The Box after all, so I turn to go back to Whataburger. As I pull into the drive way THE COP COMES OUT OF NOWHERE and BAM he's behind me and turns his lights on IN THE DRIVE THROUGH (I wasn't at the order board yet, though). He shines his stupid light at my car and it reflects in my side mirror and hurts my eyes (headache!) and I roll down the window. He asks for my license and registration, I say "Wait, whyyy are you here?" Apparently my registration is expired, I didn't know. He asks where I live and if I was lost. No, I was in the drive through, I'm pretty sure I intended to be there. He says "Well I saw you up on Airport a little while ago and you turned around, I thought that was very strange" - I say I was trying to decide what to eat for dinner. He asks why there's glass in my car (I'm getting irritated obviously - he's being a fuckin nosy nancy), I explain that someone broke into it. He asks if it's my car (I haven't showed him the insurance yet - that cleared that up obviously).

Favorite part. "Are you doing anything in the car I should know about?" - "What?" - "Anything illegal going on in the car I should know about?" - "What? No.. I left my house to get dinner, I'm in my pajamas, and I couldn't decide where to eat." I felt that was a simple explanation.

Anyway, he gave me a warning. Not even a written one. I think I made him feel stupid and weird for following me. I then preceded through the drive through to get some chicken strips and a Dr. Pepper. Oh, and I shit you not, the cop looked exactly like the fat cop from Super Troopers.