Turkeys and Flashing Lights…
What a Week!
Twitter and Facebook has really killed my blogging! Does anyone write posts in their head, then send a tweet and forget about blogging?
Well, I had an eventful week worth sharing…
Last Friday, I was driving my kids home from school, singing show tunes, having a good time and actually going the speed limit when I look in my rear view mirror to see flashing red and blue lights. I waited a few seconds, but when the police car didn’t move around me, I knew I had to pull over on the highway. Last time I was pulled over was about 6 months ago and I was speeding and felt the guilt of my heartbeat in my chest. This time, nothing. No visceral response and no clue what I had done. The cop peeked in the back side window and saw three well behaved and speechless kids… What a surprise to me. Maybe that’s the trick to getting them to behave.
He gave his license and registration spiel and my heart jumped because on the counter at home sat my NEW car insurance card. Great! I didn’t even know why I was being pulled over and now he probably had a reason to write a ticket. I mumbled some lame excuse like “my insurance is on the counter at home.” Like how many times has he heard that one? Luckily he said I had two more days on the insurance, but “did I know my tags had expired…in July?”
I had no clue and looked like a complete helpless female when I mumbled…”my husband usually takes care of that.” I’m sure that was an original line! He passed the ticket thingy past my teen in the passenger seat and told me it was a warning ticket and that if I showed proof of paid tags it COULD be dismissed. If not, I’d have to pay $100. Have a nice day!
Well, I called hubby and told him about my little adventure then went about my business driving kids to and from and switching out cars with my hubby when two hours later, driving home alone on a different road I see flashing red and blue lights in my rear view mirror.
I started to laugh. I actually chuckled outloud and was still giggling when the officer (thankfully a different one) asked for my license and registration. I mumbled about having been just pulled over in my other vehicle and he asked if I knew my tag had expired in June. I hadn’t a clue, but wasn’t surprised until he said “I’m really suppose to impound/tow your car, but I’ll let you go if you wait to drive off until I leave.” I thanked him and signed the ticket and said I’d go straight home. I waited until he left and then drove paranoid all the way to Sam’s. Okay, well technically I didn’t promise to go straight home and I was going to go straight home until my husband encouraged me to go shopping for some desperately needed food. I did, and felt the visceral beating of my heart all the way to Sam’s and back home.
I was just waiting to be pulled over again, in fact I kinda hoped I would because then it would have been a hilarious ending to this crazy day that left me thinking what were the chances of getting pulled over in two different vehicles on the same day after driving with expired tags for MONTHS?
We think we figured out what happened. When we moved, the DMV probably had our old address and we didn’t get those little reminder cards. I thought the next day everything would be cleared up when we paid for our tags, but nope. I still need to make a trip down to the court house. Like I don’t have enough to do…
This post has gotten way too long. Guess the turkey story will have to wait.
