“My husband I operate a hardware and country store way outside Richmond. One night after dark as we were preparing to leave, a deputy raced up with his emergency lights on, and I thought, ‘Good, they saw our store lights and responded to check on us.’ My husband was fixing to leave and the two cars were facing each other with their headlights on, but the deputy kept spinning his red and blue lights. Three or four minutes went by, a standoff. Finally I marched out with my hands up between the lights and smiled, ‘Hi, I’m Nicole and we own this store.’ Still, nothing happened. I could tell he was young, maybe 19 years old and nervous. Later we joked that he was calling his mom.” –Nicole Stampley, recounted while sailing the York River