Monday, April 11, 2011

When bad days attack!

After getting up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I asked myself if things could get any worse~ and they did! (I've got to stop asking myself that!) I got pulled over by a traffic cop going 46 mph in a 30 mph zone, or so he said.  Naturally I didn't believe him, and I kind of told him so~ politely of course.  I handed over my license, registration and proof of insurance, and then waited while he sat in his fancy, brand spanking new unmarked Charger.  20 minutes I sat there, fuming in my car while he sat in his car, probably stalling trying to figure out how to pronounce my last name.  Luckily for both of us, a priority call came through before he could finish writing the summons and he returned my papers with a warning.
"Try driving a little slower in the future, like less than 16 miles over the limit slower." he said, obviously relieved that he didn't have to deal with my name.  I thanked him a million times in my head but only said it out loud twice.
5 hours later I found myself traveling down the same roadway.  5 hours later I had one eye on my speedometer and the other out the window looking for the shiny blue Charger.  And guess what happened?  While cruising down the street, my foot nowhere near the gas pedal, the momentum of the car built and I was speeding down Main Street going 38 without feeling it.  I tapped my breaks and thanked God that Smoky the Bear was nowhere in sight.  I also thanked God that today was one of the rare moments when I held my tongue and did not challenge someone who had accused me of doing wrong, for I was in fact wrong.  Had I challenged the officer he just might have found the time to finish writing out that ticket.
16 mph over the limit at $10 per mile, that's $160 plus the 50 court cost~ this ticket would have cost me $210 plus a couple of points on my license and a rate increase on my insurance.  
Perhaps my day wasn't so bad after all.

1 comment:


Consider yourself very lucky. It could have been so much worse.