So, my wife and I go to lunch together. She wants to look in these little stores full of over-priced foo-foo boring stuff, and I am being nice, so I go along. This is Atlanta, though, so I am packing, of course. We decide to eat at a little sandwich shop nearby with an outdoor seating area. We go inside, order, and, as I am getting ready to pay, what do I see? A little refrigerator with with a glass door behind which are bottles of beer and wine! So, I nonchalantly pay the lady, and we go outside to sit and eat. I nervously look around, thinking nobody had noticed. Several minutes later, as we are eating, I notice two police officers walking through the parking lot, picking a path through the cars more or less in our general direction. The adrenaline starts to trickle. Nothing major, just a trickle, surely they are looking for someone or something else. Then I notice them scanning the restaurant. They are halfway across the parking lot now. A little more adrenaline begins to flow. Three-fourths of the way across the parking lot, one of the officers looks right at me. I notice his direction change from a point off to my left to my exact direction. The other officer follows. The patio on which we are eating has steps covering the entire length. They can climb up the steps anywhere along them, but they have turned at an angle to come up the steps directly where I am sitting. I quickly begin thinking of excuses! I want to blurt out, "But I didn't know they serve alcohol!" Or, "I came outside when I saw it!" Instead I bite my tongue. My heart is racing, and the adrenaline is in full dump mode as the officers ascend the stairs and now are less then three steps from me!