It's Wednesday evening...I'm driving home, by myself. As a SAHM you relish those moments in the car when you can crank up the volume on your radio & listen to your music. It's like finding that rare vintage dress...no munchkins chattering in the back seat or listening to the Disney Princess cd, again!
I have this gut feeling that I should take a less direct route home, but I'm too busy listening to Lady Gaga...I pass a cop..why should I worry? I'm not speeding, but I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I sit waiting for the turn arrow. Green arrow...round the corner...WHAT?! Who's getting pulled over?
ME! Yep, it's me...I pull over, wait for the cop, & try to figure out what the heck I did wrong.
Up he saunters..."license?"...Yep I found that in my wallet..."insurance?"...I'm frantically looking in my glove box...dear Jesus where is it?...why is my car always such a mess...my palms are clammy and I'm nearing the panic state. Thank God-I found the card.
"Do you realize this is expired?"
"No..." I then try to look for the new one...here they come...TEARS! I am now trying not to start the hysterical sobbing and tell him I don't know where my new card is...
"Are you okay? Do you know why you were pulled over?"
"No..." Well, at this point in time I have become a blubbering mess. I can hardly breathe and I'm sobbing so hard I don't even know what to do.
"You didn't get your license plates renewed-your stickers are expired."
SOBBING....
"You really aren't okay..."
AND OUT IT COMES..."NO I AM NOT OKAY, I JUST CAME FROM THERAPY!" and the sobbing continues.
At this point in time I'm a mess, sobbing hysterically, and trying to apologize-in front of a hot young cop...bugger, I didn't even try to make myself presentable today...my license is given back and I'm let go with a warning. As I sit there and try to calm down before driving the four minutes home, all three squads leave.
I drive home, still sobbing, and head up the steps to the front door. I walk in and Chris starts to come towards me & stops.
"How was therapy?"
Still sobbing..."fine"
Poor Chris is so confused...
"I got pulled over by a cop!"
Well, the cop had a great story for the boys about a hysterical female, Chris made sure my insurance & stickers were all in order for me, and I had an interesting story to tell my girlfriends about "therapy" the next morning.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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And the story continues...
Next day, gf picks up Kat to go to Costco. When Kat got into her car, gf runs out of the car, goes to the back to make sure her sticker is "current".
I'm not risking it when I have you inthe car and the same cop pulls me over (with you in it) for the same offense!!!! hehehehe
Oh the adventures you bring to our lives, Kat.
Hi Kat, ha ha, not dressed up for the cop? You're hilarious. Love women like you.
We have been here 22 years, and bang kaya never got involved with cops...till one day few years back, it was late Fall, very foggy, I followed a friend in his car, me in my car.
Somehow I missed his car in traffic and followed another similar car by mistake.
To cut story short, I stopped the car later and HOLY SMOKE! It was a White woman, and she sure gave me hell, not sparing her language, and I mean those not more than 4 letters too, ha ha.
I apologised like no tomorrow to her.
Anyway, I found my friend later and having coffee, my wife rang up say two cops came knocking. And she thought I had died in a car accident or got involved in a fight.
Cops looking for me, said I had followed a woman and frightened 6 years of her life, ha ha.
My wife went, "huh? Say again! He having coffee with his friends".
Anyway cops came back next moring and luckily they have a sense of humour, after I explained I followed wrong car in the fog.
And my wife smacked me saying she thought got to look for new husband, heh heh heh. I know she joke joke, she sayang me what. Lee.
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