The Burcak Story (4) The Glove Compartment


I reached for the compartment, desperate to it look like I knew what I was doing. The glove compartment could be opened, much I knew, and one thing that I was sure of was that the cop expected me to open something.

I the handle and pulled it down, praying to see a folder with a on it that said, "HERE'S WHAT THE COPS WANT TO SEE." No luck. A bunch of tapes (yes, this story takes place when tapes were still a ) spilled out instead.

I tried to make the best out of a situation. "Would you to hear some avantgard Ethiopian jazz music, officer?" I asked. The policeman a big smile and we danced under the moon and the stars until the sun came out. No, I didn't actually ask that, and it's a very very good thing I didn't.