I got myself into this little mess, and thankfully, Little Brother was there to pull me out! Well, he wasn't there, per se, but he was. I dozed off after hockey practice this morning and was running late. Dropped Little Kid to preschool and called the Head Honcho to give him my day plan. (not that I HAVE to, I just like to let him know the plan) As I stopped at a traffic light I yelped "cop gotta run". Hung up the phone and threw it as far as I could. (As if throwing it to the other side of the van made it so I looked less guilty!)
Within half of a block, his lights went on. Pulled over when safe (and used my blinker, because I am safe like that) My heart immediately started beating 5 times the normal speed. You see, while I was talking to the Head Honcho, I told him I was taking the van in for inspection, since my registration had expired. This is a big oops on my part. A nice little Patrolman walked up. My first thought, please be someone I know. I know 3/4 of the local PD. I have either taught their kid to skate, served them at work, or we have kids on the same hockey team. Of course not, it is a new guy. Just my luck! His first question, and I was doomed!
"License please" To which I go into a long story about how I didn't get it replaced yet since the big robbery. "When was your purse stolen ma'am?" A month ago I sheepishly reply. "Well, I was waiting for the police report and then I had to go to the DMV to get my registration done so I was going to do it all at once, but I haven't gotten an appointment for my inspection. That is why I was on the phone. It was the Head Honcho reminding me to call the garage" (This is why I can never commit a crime. I sing like a canary! Notice he never mentioned the phone, the registration OR the inspection!) He looks at the inspection sticker and looks up. A bright shinny moment for me. He looks directly at the Trooper sticker!!!
He looks back at me. I again went into detail about expiration dates and how I was confused. He stops me. This can't be good. He says if my license is clean he will simply write a cell phone ticket and forgive the 3 other tickets he could write. I slyly say. My brother is a Trooper. I have never pulled that card. (Usually I mention the local PD officers that I know so this is uncharted grounds for me) He asks his name. I reply and mention his station! Bonus points for that I am sure. I even said he noticed my stickers on Thanksgiving. He smirks and walks away.
He comes back and says you are a lucky lady today. Where are you headed? I replied "home, to call inspection place to get that taken care of!" He said you could have 4 tickets. Get that taken care of and have a good day!
I carefully smiled and thanked him, rolled up my window, signaled and pulled out. And came home and made an appointment for my inspection!
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