One evening, Nomo and I discussed having lunch together the following day. She told me that she was going to cook her vegetable beef soup, which she knew was my favorite. As I got closer to her house - I saw the lights of a police officer behind me. He pulled me over directly in front of my grandmother's house. I immediately began to feel my anxiety level rise. Worried that I would be in trouble with my grandmother. As the officer had me exit the car, Nomo barged out of the screen door and began to lecture the officer. "What are you doing! My grand daughter has done nothing wrong! Why don't you go arrest some drug dealers instead of harassing a girl who's trying to have lunch with her grandmother!" My face must have turned white..I was looking for the nearest rock to crawl under. She continued her rant demanding his badge number, telling him my father, her son worked for the Sheriff's office and she was going to turn the officer in for not doing his job. I kept mouthing the words "I'm sorry" to the officer, and eventually my grandmother calmed down. I told her to go back inside and I would come in shortly to meet her. I apologized once more, got my ticket, and continued on with my lunch. Moral of the story - my grandmother was a pitbull. haha