Front Pocket Leather Briefcase
- A Children’s Naptime Front Pocket Briefcase Story
When the Costa Rican cop tried to pull us over, we decided we didn’t have the time nor the money for that and so we didn't stop. The adrenaline was flowing through our veins like used beer through the Munich sewers during Oktoberfest.
This is how it happened. We were driving down a little two lane highway, minding our own business, when all of a sudden, we see a big mean corrupt cop on the side of the road with a radar gun in one hand and waving us down with the other. And that’s when my brother, Jonathan, downshifted and put on the gas. When I looked back, I saw the cop running to his car.
Well, there was so much traffic on that road that it must have taken a little bit for him to merge onto the road. And by then, we had put a good number more cars between us. Over the next 10 minutes, we flew over some hills and smashed over dozens and dozens of potholes and passed a whole bunch more cars on the crowded highway. Did you know that if you hit a fairly big pothole at 80+ mph, you hardly feel it?
Good thing for us, Costa Rica is known for their impressive and innumerous potholes, and that's what helped us out. You see, the cop had to slow down to go over and around them so he wouldn’t destroy his car and we were driving a rental. After about 10 minutes at breakneck speeds, we turned down a little side road just in case the policeman radioed ahead. And a glorious side road it was. It was an absolutely gorgeous place to explore while we let everything calm down. That cop never did catch us, so technically, I guess the chase is still on.
Now I can’t guarantee you’ll enjoy that much adrenaline running through your veins if you take the risk and get this briefcase, but I’m not saying that you won’t either. Believe me, you’ll love it and you won’t regret it for a second.
But hear me loud and clear, I’m not suggesting that it’s okay to try to outrun the police and I don’t condone it at all. In fact, it was wrong and we shouldn’t have done it. My brother, Jonathan, was driving and it was all his fault.