I seldom have a whole lot of traffic to contend with on my journey to work at 0330. It's just me and very few other souls venturing down the lonely highway - kind of a bad thing when it's snowing and you can't see any part of the road. But, it's also comforting because I know if I were following someone, much like a lemming, I'd follow someone's tracks right into the ditch.
A couple of mornings ago, I was deep in thought. I was worrying about my new trainee, and I was combining that with some other gloomy thoughts about my existence on earth.
At any rate, before I got out of town, I glanced in my rearview mirror and discovered there was a reason that the world seemed so much brighter than usual.
I uh...sort of had these red and blue flashing lights reflecting in the mirror.
The officer comes to my window and asks me if I know I was speeding. Thankfully, I didn't say "Duh" to him.
He asked me where I was going at this hour and I told him to work. "Where do you work?" "BHTS" I replied.
He then asked for my license and registration. I dug out the registration and showed it to him. My license was trickier, because I carry my purse inside a big tote bag.
I pulled out my checkbook, which has a slot for the driver's license and several credit cards.
I opened the thing up and handed what I thought was my license to the cop. I saw the funniest look cross his face. It was so odd, that I looked down at my license.
I discovered, to my horror, that I'd done what was completely natural to me - I'd pulled out my credit card and handed it to him.
Oh gods, I was just waiting to be hauled off to jail for attempting to bribe an officer...
Although he had absolutely no sense of humor about the incident, he let me go with a warning.
Sheesh. Duh.
4 comments:
*whew* At least it was just a warning! And congrats on the award in the previous post!
Whoopsie! Sounds like something i'd do! LOL
At least you made him smile.
*giggling*
Tha' must hae been truly humiliatin', Kate. I can relate. Once whilst I was in the Army, I, too, was stopped by a small town cop for speedin'. I was guilty, o' course, but not aboot tae admit it tae him. He asked for me license ... and I promptly handed him my military ID. Och! Fortunately, he did hae somewhat of a sense of humor. He penalized me by givin' me a stern lecture on the dangers o' speedin'.
Heh. Your copper might hae been thinkin' tha' ye were admittin' guilt and just tryin' tae speed the wheel o' justice by goin' ahead and payin' yer fine.
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