So this is yet another feature from Supah Mommy's blog. This week we are to write about a time we got pulled over. There are definitely many to choose from, and I have already written about one once. Pretty much, these memories are mostly bad (I keep getting tickets), but there is one good one.
See, it must have been about 2 or 3 years ago. I got pulled over probably 5 times that summer. None of them resulted in tickets. I think this was because, at that time I possessed a 1988 Toyota Corolla that was held together mostly with duct tape. Also, it was summer, so I had the ability to show a little cleavage and a little leg. I cannot tell a lie, I have resorted to it!
Anyway, it was July 3rd, 2007, I believe. I was on my way home from work. For those of you who commute, you understand that it is easy to inch your speed up over the limit. Well, I wasn't really going that much over (probably 60 in a 55) but a young, handsome police officer pulled me over, just about 3 miles out of town. I inched my top down and searched for my insurance card.
He came to the window and I cranked the window down. Or maybe it was already down... no air conditioning you know.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked.
"Was I speeding?" I quipped.
"Yes, you were going 6o in a 55. You do realize it is the day before a holiday right? We're really cracking down on speeders right now." He took my driver's license and insurance card.
I pounded my head against the steering wheel. "Please no ticket, please no ticket, please no ticket..."
The dreamy officer came back to my car quickly. "I'm going to let you off with a warning. You might want to roll up your windows," he said with a smile "it looks like it's going to rain."
And with that he turned and went back to his patrol car. And I still have that warning. If he had written his name legibly, I probably would have stalked him... He was gorgeous!
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4 comments:
Cop stalker? Ooooh, you do live on the edge, don't you?
Too bad he didn't write more legibly....just think of all of the tickets he could have gotten you out of!
LOL don't you wonder why they always ask, "Do you know why I stopped you?" I wonder what that tactic really is?
i worked for cops for years. You were definately part of their game that night and he was the winner. the guys used to see who could pull over the cutest girl in town and the winner was bought dinner.
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