When I got my cup of coffee at a downtown café the other day, I got in line right behind a police officer. Like me, he was going through his pockets in search of enough change for his java. I was about to say that I was sorry about the two officers who’d died on duty in Ontario this past week. But before I could say anything a woman in the café approached him.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said.
“Sure,” the officer said.
“Is there any way I can report a guy who’s been stalking me in his car?”