This is a true story...

Afton came home from work the other night, flipped on the bedroom light and said, "I was just out doing my civic duty…"
“What?!? Well, do your civic duty and TURN OUT THE LIGHT!” I exclaimed as I grabbed her pillow from between my legs to shield my eyes.
“I was just out doing my civic duty”, she announced again as if I hadn’t heard her the first time.
“Ok, good for you. The Strawberry Shortcake stickers are on top of the fridge. You can have one. Don’t take them all! You know how sad Kayla got last time you took them all for yourself.”
“Don’t you want to know what happened?” “Oh, I would love nothing more than to hear your story at 2 am. I love staying up for girl talk.” I said a little sarcastically (ok, a lot sarcastically).
“Go ahead…” I sighed.
“Well, as I was driving home from work, I saw a grey sports car blast past me at 100 mph!”
“Oh, how did he pass you then? I thought that was your standard highway speed.” I mussed to myself.
“Then he cut in front of me and jumped onto the freeway off-ramp. About 15 seconds later, I saw two police cars with light and sirens blaring fly past me too. The cops didn’t see the grey car take the off-ramp, so I took the exit and followed the car.”
“Did you call 9-1-1?” I asked wide-eyed.
“No, I just followed the car.”
“WHAT?!? Are you crazy?!?”
“Well, I didn’t know if they were chasing the grey car.”
“Oh yeah, I bet they are all buddies headed to the coffee shop. I’m guessing that the grey car just knew a shortcut.”
“Stop interrupting me! Anyway, I followed them into an apartment complex.”
“WHAT?!?WHAT?!? Did you call the police when you saw them pull in?” I asked frantically.
“No, I drove past them and got their license plate number. Then I called the police.”
“Well, great work Magnum PI! Are these guys going to show up at our house tonight and shoot us now?!?”
“No, but I almost ran over them with the van. They were drunk and could barely stay upright as they walk toward their apartment. After that I came home.”
As I sat there shaking uncontrollably, I said to her, “You know those movies that have the girl who walks into a dark abandoned house in the middle of the night to check out an open door, while the viewer screams, “What the heak do you think you’re doing, you’re gonna get killed?”"
"Well… you were that girl tonight!”
“Well, I think I did the right thing by turn them in.” she said smugly.
“OK, new family rule. If you get caught in the middle of a high speed pursuit, and the police lose the suspect, you MUST call 9-1-1 right away and let the cops deal with it.” (I never imagined I would have to make a family rule for this.)
“Fine, whatever…” she reluctantly agreed as she rolled over to go to bed.