Speeding

My heart still goes a-thump-thump when I spot a police car from a mile away. You see I got pulled over for speeding one morning just as I merged to the main road from the quiet street where I live.

I heard the siren as soon as my foggy mind cleared. How long has the car been behind me? I signaled and turned to my right to give way to the cop. But to my horror, the cop followed right behind me. Is he serious?! Am I really being pulled over? My mind told me to relax although it was going through a thousand thoughts per minute. Did I just cost myself two-hundred bucks?

The cop was polite and greeted me good morning. He informed me that I was going 14 miles over a school zone limit. Who me...speeding? I kept my mouth shut. You don't argue with cops, right? He then asked for my driver's license, registration and insurance. No sweat - this is standard procedure. To my dismay, it took me a full minute to fish my wallet out of my sack that I call my bag. I could feel his impatient eyes on my back as I poured the bowels of my overstuffed bag and so I was already flustered when I found my wallet. Then I triumphantly handed him not my license but my credit card. Force of habit I guess, I'm used to pulling out my credit card when I go shopping. My license ever hardly leaves it nice pocket. Anyway, I didn't even realize that I handed him the wrong ID until he said rather dryly that he doesn't need my credit card. How stupid can I get? But it gets worse.

He said I need to hand him my license together with the registration and insurance. So I placed the license on my lap for safekeeping and reached to the glove compartment for the other papers. I looked and looked and all I could find there was a pair of sunglasses, a bottle of sun block, a note pad and a pen. F***! Where in the hell are those papers? After what seemed like eternity, I figured out that my car actually had two glove compartments. Duh! And as soon as I opened the second one, the registration and insurance card were right there on top, paper-clipped together. Tada! So I reached for the license on my lap, only, it wasn't there. Did it fall on the floor? No. Maybe it slipped on the side? No. Are you kidding me? By this time, I was ready to cry. Will I go to jail now for driving without a license?

Anyway, after getting out of the car and almost turning it upside down, I found the license and waved at Mr. Policeman who returned to his side of the car after getting bored waiting for me to get my bearings together. He came back to check on my papers and gave me the bigger shock of that morning. "I'll let you go with a warning this time," and handed me my papers back. Wait, did I hear right? I looked at the registration with disbelief as he went into this speech about focusing on the road even though I was busy planning a busy day ahead. Then he bid me a nice day and walked away.

Discombobulated,I stayed where I was trying to process what just happened. I got away from a possible $200-fine. I realized two things: God was definitely smiling down on me that day, and second - I'm such a freakin' moron.

Comments

[Betchay]

You remind me of my goofiness ! I had the same incident happened, I couldn't locate my registration, for one I was freaking out that I got pulled over, second with the thought that I could be fine $200. The cop was not even asking for it and I was already reaching out looking for it. I got away with it with a warning. I thanked God for saving me that day.

[Edralin]

you and me both...:D