Terrific Thursday: Exercise 2!

For this exercise, I'll attempt to write a story where the mundane becomes extraordinary.

Getting Milk

     I raced away from the cop. So far, I only had one following me. I clutched the cold jug of milk between my legs. It was experimental hot chocolate milk. The first of its kind.
     A bullet smashed through the back window of my car. "It's not like stealing milk is a federal offense!" I yelled. Granted it actually was a federal offense now that cows were mostly extinct. Most of them had been kill by an epidemic of cow flu.
     Another cop appeared beside the one behind me like they had split apart like two cells. I watched the two cops become four and then eight. Then came a rain of gunfire. They were not going to let me go.
     I flipped my wheel and headed towards a portion of the road that lead to a ravine. Quickly I strapped the bottle of milk to my chest with Velcro and unbuckled my seatbelt.
     The cops stopped following me once they knew I was headed towards the ravine. I climbed onto the roof of my car, keeping low so that I wouldn't fall. Then I stood tall and saluted the cops as the car plummeted into the ravine. I leapt off of the food of the car, and with my flight suit, I soared to my saftey.