Moving On…
I would like to take a moment to thank my bloggy friends for your support in my time of emotional retardation. I would like to let y’all know that I am in much better shape today. Minus the hangover.
Thanks to a little one-on-one “conversation” with someone who’s naturally gifted at helping people in need (you know who you are)- I have managed to put everything in perspective and I’m ready for the next phase… whatever that may be.
I mentioned in a Twitter that I got pulled over last night, with one of my best girls in the car with me. We were headed over to Fave Watering Hole when lights went a-flashin’ behind me. Knowing my registration was waaaayyyyy overdue, I was worried that my car would be towed away. ‘Cause that’s what they do here when you’re as late as I am.
Mr. Officer comes to my window and tells me what I already know. I apologized and told him I was aware of the problem and would be fixing it A.S.A.P. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing and then asked who my friend was. She told him and he went back to his car to look her up.
Turns out my passenger had let a couple of traffic incidents slide and had 2 warrants out on her. That’s when I peed myself. I started immediately imagining my car being towed away, my friend being taken to jail and me left sitting on the curb wondering why the fuck I didn’t stay home, and where I was going to get the $2,000 to get my car out of police impound. So while Mr. Officer was at his car doing whatever it is that cops do, her and I were holding hands, so tightly that I think we each broke a finger, and praying to the gods of irresponsibility that we’d somehow get out of this without handcuffs and a tow truck.
The gods of irresponsibility heard our prayers, because we both got off with tickets. Turns out Mr. Officer was a very nice guy and was in a very lenient mood. He was even joking around with us and being quite charming. So charming, in fact, that he gave me his card and I left him a thank you voice mail later on.
A girl at work asked me to go out with her tonight and have a beer. After I laughed hysterically, I declined. Not only does my hangover prevent me from wanting to be within 10 feet of an alcoholic beverage, I don’t think I should be driving with an expired registration any more than I absolutely have to. I DO have to get to work- but that’s it. I have 60 days to rectify the situation and I shall.
Peace and nice cops that like brunettes.
July 3rd, 2008 at 1:40 am
Damn it! Why does everyone but me get the nice cops?! I got caught for driving with an expired plate about 3 months ago and got a nice fat ticket by a cop who decided to let me use my own pen because I had a cold! Oh well. I’m happy for you. Really I am.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 2:55 am
When you’re done with the god of irresponsibility, send him (or her?) my way. I just realized I’ve been driving with an expired license for 4 months now!
And I’m glad you got a nice decent cop who likes brunettes
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July 3rd, 2008 at 4:01 am
Oh wow, that cop must have been drunk! lol. No way in heck would I have gotten off and gotten his card too. Thank goodness someone heard your cries. I never heard of a nice cop. A drunk one, yes. Nice. Nope. Maybe he wasn’t a cop after all, maybe he just wanted your digits. Did you ask HIM for some ID?
Not a fan of cops.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 6:36 am
I never get the nice ones– I had an expired tag and didn’t even know it (who knows how they do this stuff in Australia– we’d only had the car a few months???) and the guy scared the shit out of me, and I think the ticket he gave me was about $400!
You must have some good cop karma.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 6:51 am
“The gods of irresponsibility.” LOOOOOOL!!!! OMG that’s great.
You are quite fortunate. Glad you didn’t have a gun on you! I have not been stopped, but the first thing I’d have to do is hand him my license AND my CCW permit - it’s best to be upfront with the officer about your weapon, because they’re under enough stress as it is. Having them notice it WITHOUT you telling them first would just freak them out.
I am SO glad you’re better! You’re in my thoughts.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 9:35 am
LOL! That’s hilarious! Because somebody just left me a note under the windshield wiper, letting me know my registration expired in March. MARCH! And I never even noticed! The really funny thing is I went to go find my registration and insurance crap, and I’ll be damned if I know where the hell it wound up, but it’s definitely not in the car. So I’m driving with a little tenseness right now, waiting to get the new card so I can go re-register. Until then, I’m following every law they have so I don’t give them a reason to pull me over :(.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 3:55 pm
To me, even the nice cops are scary. I’m glad you escaped with only a ticket. This post made me feel very nervous.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Sounds like you got off pretty easy. Last time I got stopped by a cop he showed me a picture of someone named John Conner and asked if I’d seen this boy. He really creeped me out; just something about him.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 9:01 pm
Corrina,
Let me preface this with “I work with cops”. . .Now, that being said let me tell you “there is no such thing as a nice cop!” Actually we have something in common with the police. See it’s like this. Fireman have all wanted to be firemen since they were little kids. Cops are the same way, they all wanted to be firemen when they were little kids too. Five to one odds he calls you for a date. Take care…
Jake
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July 4th, 2008 at 8:51 am
Man! You are the luckiest woman I know. Can we hang out? You have some kind of freak superpower that makes you immune to that which befalls other poor bastards. Use it wisely.
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