Sigh…
I spent most of the day yesterday in the car driving. My father-in-law and I went to North Carolina, he to check on the house that he is having built and me for a job interview. It was a long drive – about 4 hours each way. Granted, my father-in-law drove for part of the way down but it was still a little arduous to spend so much time in the car. Face it, it gets boring and almost painful sitting there.
The entire time we were travelling down we were headed between 80-85 miles per hour. Within Raleigh, there are posted signs that say you may not travel faster than 35 mph. I dropped off my father-in-law at the front of his real estate agent’s building (who I must admit is one hot tamale that I enjoy flirting with) and set out for my interview, about another 40 minutes away. To go from Raleigh to Hillsborough I had to travel on Interstate 540 as well as Interstate 40 West, both had posted limits of 65 mph but everyone was travelling 80-85. When everything was done – my interview completed and my father-in-law’s business done – we wound up pointing the Jeep towards home.
And then it happened.
I got pulled over by a North Carolina State Policeman. I was talking to my father-in-law and not really paying attention and I thought that I was travelling with the flow of traffic. When I realized that I didn’t know how fast I was going I looked at my speedometer and thought to myself ‘Whoops, I better slow down’. I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure that the person behind me wasn’t following too close so that I could move over into the left lane and that’s when I noticed that a car behind me. As I eased up on my gas pedal to slow down, the police lights went on.
The officer told me that I was going 73 in a 55mph zone.
Which is funny that I was stopped because I have Virginia license plates and there was a car next to me when I was pulled over from North Carolina. To top it all off, since I was going over 15mph over the speed limit I have to go Louisburg, North Carolina for a court appearance. Grrrrr…
One thing that I find absolutely ironic about the entire situation is how I handle it. Instead of doing all the cool things that run through your head like trying to talk your way out of it, being beligerent, begging for mercy or showing my boobs, I wound up being super polite about it. Face it, in everyone’s head they would love to be able to tell the police officer off once the ticket is given. “No! You can take this stupid ass ticket and stuff it up your tailpipe, jackass! I’m not going to no court and I sure as hell am not going to pay for some crap ass speed trap!”
Instead, I give the “Thank you, officer.”, “Yes, officer.”, “I appreciate your help, sir”. WTF?! He should have been so happy to have such a nice, polite victim that he should have continued to write tickets! Hell, maybe I would have wound up giving him a foot massage and baking him a cake. This man has just given me a citation stating that I broke the law, I will have to take time out of my schedule to head back down to North Carolina next month AND I’ll probably be out several hundred dollars for whatever fine is levied against me, much less possibly have my license suspended. And I thanked him.
I THANKED HIM.
Fuck, I’m such a fucking pussy sometimes…
OMG! YOU’RE A PUSSY! A FUCKING PUSSY!
I kid, sweetheart! You know I love you and I don’t love pussies. Which is why I hate your wife 😉
I am surprised your stupid yank copper didn’t throw you into jail. Isn’t North Carolina one of those hillbilly states? Why on earth are you looking to move there? You’re such a nice, polite guy so I can see you being syrupy sweet with your police molestation.
I am not a pussy, you hyper-aerobic bouncy airhead. I just happen to have one. Hummm..one that happens to be closer to said lovable asian male. HA. Eat me.
Now, now. Let’s not fight. The best thing that we can do is all get together and have a pillow fight.
I always kiss the police officers ass and it has gotten me outta whatever trouble I was in more often then not.
I commend you on your decision to act like a responsible, guilty, adult.
The only thing better would have been if you were drunk. And racist. And had your penis out and a goat tied up in the back seat. With noodles.
Hey, Pitchit! Whattup? If literally kissing his ass would have prevented me from having to go to court, I would have started applying lipstick and unbuckling his batman utility belt.
You sir, are a dolt. How you’ve ever made it to be 36 years old is beyond me.
Bah, you’ll be fine.
I estimate about a $185 plus court costs. Should make it under $300.
Speaking as someone who has dealt with more than a few officers, I have to say that taking the polite route is the best plan. I have done the polite thing, and I have done the rude thing. The rude thing nearly landed me in jail with a habitual offender status.
Chalk it all up to experience and move on.
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