Want one, Officer?

We got the phone call at five in the morning.

An anonymous former student had made a bomb threat, and school wasn't cancelled but students were not allowed to bring backpacks into the building, or they'd be subject to search.

My older sister was a sophomore and I was a freshman, and we decided to NOT take the bus; instead, we went to Dunkin Donuts and bought two dozen, because the line outside the building just to get in was clogged by half-asleep kids, frantic teachers, and really angry-looking cops.

Really. Angry. Looking. Cops.

So we waited in line for about an hour when we finally got inside the building. I was headed to my locker when the notoriously annoying security guard and his new friend, Officer Pissy, stepped right in front of me, almost making me drop my books and my box of donuts. I look up to see two middle-aged men eyeballing me, and demanding to know-

"What's in the box, young lady?!"

I looked down at the box, because they'd startled me so bad I forgot what was in it. I looked at the DD logo on the front, remembering, and wondering why they were even asking me in the first place. I was tired, I was hungry, but most of all, I was a naïve and sarcastic freshman. And in that moment, I said five words that I really should have known better than to say to a REALLY UPSET POLICEMAN ON A MONDAY MORNING:

"They're donuts. Want one, Officer?"