Police. They are around to aid us in times of need. To protect us when the need arises. To stop the bad guys from reaking havoc. To compel us to buy them pop? Apparently, that is if you live in Uganda. Yesterday, while Klazina was driving the kids and me to the library, the police pulled us over. At first he was "interested" in the smashed up grill bar, which happened back in August but still hasn't been fixed. It turns out that it was hot and he wanted us to buy him and his fellow officers some pop. That may have been the funniest reason I have ever been pulled over. The time I was pulled over for doing an illegal U-turn in Surrey was funny, but not as funny. The time I got pulled over for driving too fast through a school zone on the first day of school, failing to show my license or registration, and only getting a warning was not as funny either. I don't know about the police out here. On the bright side, at least they exist out here. Whether or not they do their jobs is an entirely different story. In other news, my computer is still infected by a Trojan Horse in my program files. It has officially been condemned by the other computers here in the Muzungu Internet Cafe as an outcast. Hopefully it will be fixed soon.