I’d just like to admit to public humiliation here because that’s what us bloggers do. Why? I have no idea. We do seem compelled to do it though.
Last night I was taking my oldest son’s friend home and got pulled over by the police. But wait! As any story on the internet, this one gets better. It was around 9:30 and he only lives about a mile or so away.
Very Nice Policeman: “License and registration.”
Me: “Ah, I don’t have my license. I’m in my pajamas. I was just bringing my son’s friend home.” I gestured to my very obvious pajama pants and pink fuzzy slippers. “Wait, the registration’s here.”
VNP: “Is the vehicle registered to you?”
Me: “Yes. I mean no. I mean it might be registered to my husband.”
VNP: “Do you know why I stopped you?”
Me: “Uh, no.”
VNP: “You didn’t come to a complete stop when you pulled out of that side street.”
Me: “Ah yeah. I live on that side street.” Not sure why I thought I should mention this.
VNP: “Have you noticed your muffler is very loud?”
Me: “Yeah, I asked my husband to have it taken care of but he hasn’t gotten to it yet.” Again, not sure why I can’t keep my damn mouth shut.
VNP: “You’re GOING to have it looked at. Right?”
Me: “Yes, of course. Right away.”
And he then WALKED AWAY.
I have never gotten pulled over and not received a ticket.