Last night I drove home from Buffalo pretty late. I had been there to see Beach House perform at Town Ballroom, but needed to go straight home after; the deadline for the Skaneateles Press was 10:30 this morning. So I drove for two hours straight feeling just fine, but at a certain point (roughly Wegmans in Dewitt, only 15 minutes away from home) my eyes just wouldn’t stay open. So I looked for a place to pull over, and, not feeling too picky, settled on Industrial Colorlabs. I pulled into the lot — which was way too big for a photo lab  — and parked my car near the entrance. I didn’t turn it off. Instead I left the lights on, turned the interior lights on for comfort, and let my eyes fall shut as “I Think Ur A Contra” by Vampire Weekend played on.

I awoke to knocking. Vampire Weekend was still playing. Frazzled, I looked into the bright beam of a police officer’s flash light. I kind of suspected falling asleep in the Industrial Colorlabs lot might be a bad idea, but hadn’t been awake enough to truly weigh the potential consequences. But regardless, having had attracted a cop, I was happy to roll down my window and prove to him that there was nothing to see here.

Here’s what the officer saw. A young-looking guy, squinting hard. When asked for I.D., he showed confliction, unsure whether he should hand it over right away or unrecline his chair so as to not feel entirely inferior. He went with the I.D. first, but only because he was too dizzy with zzz’s to work the chair. — The office looked at the I.D. and learned he was dealing with a 22-year-old male. — Once inclined, the subject offered to show the officer his registration — only to not be able to find it among the stacks of tire receipts and AAA paperwork in his glove compartment. His excuse for sleeping in the lot at 2:30 a.m.? “I was driving back from my girlfriend’s and I just needed to rest my eyes.” To afro-pop beach tunes, with the lights on.

Nope. Nothing to see here.