The Five-O Caught Me...

Drats...Why Must They Hassle Me???...*Sigh*

See this is what had happened...Everyday I'm practically running late for everything. I'm running late for work, the hairdressers, dentist, and anything else. What can I say? I'm a follower of CP time. So anyway, as usual I was scurrying around trying to get out of my place to get ready for work. But before I leave, I have to check the thermostat, make sure the clothes/hair irons are unplugged, make sure the toaster/stove is off, and make sure the water is turned off. Just stack that on top of me having to take a shower, do my make-up, do my hair, eat breakfast, blog, pay bills, clean out the refrigerator, find some stockings without any runs in them, transfer things to a matching purse, and pick out a perfume that I'm feeling that particular day. So, you sort of see why I'm always running late.

Anyhoo, after finishing getting ready, I got in the car, turned on the radio, then put my foot to the accelerator like I always do. The car starts off at 60 mph or at least 40 mph. I had to hurry up and get to my cotton picking gig that pays me. I'm from North Carolina where there is a lot of ground to cover so we might as well tear on down the street. I sometimes think my car is the shuttle. That thing sure can move when it wants to. I didn't make it a mile away from home before the Five-O pulled me over. It's really too bad that I couldn't see over the hill, because I would have seen them at the bottom of it. Dangit, the Marlyand county police had about three or four cruisers out there on a speed patrol sting. I tried to put on my brakes, but it was too late. I was too through.

An officer came out in front of the road and instructed me to stop to the right. Well, I pulled over like I was supposed to and didn't drive off like you see folks do in the movies. I was asked for my license and registration. Some kind of way I didn't have the sense enough to turn down the radio, which was locked onto the Steve Harvey show. Steve had some caller singing offkey, which made the policeman laugh. I wasn't. I sat there blinking. I decided to stay quiet and keep my sarcastic comments and jokes to myself. I was looking straight ahead and thinking, "Well D*mn. I'm running late for work and the doggone police got me looking crazy with other motorists driving by giving me the better you than me look. Some of them deserved to be flagged down too."

The strangest thoughts cross your mind at times like this. I was thinking that if there was anything good to come of this is that I was freshly showered and my hair and make up were on point. Plus, I smelled good. Some days we have to accept the small victories where we can get them. In the midst of my mind running fast, the officer knocked on my window to talk to me. I was still looking straight ahead. You know I had a flash back of 1987 when I was trying to get my license when I was a teenager. The state police in NC were so mean near my hometown. Those mean ole geezers from the state police were in charge of administering the driving tests. The written part of the driving test was a breeze. However, for me trying to pass the driving part of my test wasn't successful, because I felt like I had gotten into the car with a member of the KKK. Well he looked like one and didn't say not one word to me, but that I had flunked the driving part of the test. Let's just say the next time I was smart enough to wait until the lady patrol officer was free to test folks. I passed the test then.

Getting back to yesterday, the officer must have sensed my uneasiness. I wasn't going to cry, but I sure didn't turn my head the whole time until he announced that he wasn't going to give me a ticket. Some men swear that we women have it better and are able to convince male officers to let us off the hook. I didn't do anything flirtatious. I just sat there blinking looking straight ahead. The officer said that he'd give me a warning this time around, which made my day. I turned around to finally look at him for the first time and realized that he looked like a younger version of Tom Joyner. To show my gratitude, I thanked him, told him that I saw the error of my ways, and promised not to speed anymore....err in the neighborhood. I think this is what we call kissing up and laying it on really thick a little bit saying you were right and I was so wrong. *lol* Side Note: Sometimes you got to do what you got to do even after you're off the hook to make it easier if he sees me speeding down the street tomorrow. *lol* He followed up with telling me to drive safer. He said that he would be out here in the area watching and that if I see a lightskin police officer with freckles that would be him. He was smiling and joking after that; he wasn't unprofessional though by giving me that warning piece of paper. Hmph. I guess that's called service with a smile. Was that a come on or just a cop trying to be nice? I don't know. I'm open to stuff like that. I was starting to feel really shy like a little school girl. What was that all about? A friend said that I should have flirted and given my number to him. What the? But anyhoo, I'm just thankful that he let me off. Thank you, Mr. Freckle Face. : )

*Whew* That was close. I was just trying to focus on not tearing away at top speed like I always do. It sure would be a shame for the police to have to pull me over again down the street. I suppose I better not drive so fast. From here on out, I promise to be a good girl. *lol*