One of my favorite blogs is by a Texas cop. After reading her site today, I decided to tell you about my wonderful encounters with police officers. I have actually been pulled over for speeding twice in my life. (I know, I’m awful!!)
The first time I was pulled over, I actually was speeding. I didn’t know how fast I was going because I was cut off by a slow old guy, and I switched lanes and accelerated to pass him. As luck would have it, this exact moment is when the cop clocked me. I pulled over onto a dark side street, and the cop asked me for my license and registration. Hmm… where did I put my license? I used to just keep my license in my car somewhere, because I never carried a wallet. It was dark out, and I was digging through my car desperately searching for my ID. The cop pulled out his flashlight and was shining it through my window at me. This was not helping, it actually made it harder to see, and it made me nervous. After a few minutes, I finally looked up at the cop and said, "I’m sorry, can I borrow that flashlight for just a minute?" He handed it to me and started laughing. I don’t mean that he chuckled at me- he was full out laughing. I’m not really sure what was so funny, but I quickly learned that making a cop laugh is a good thing. I found my license under my seat, he ran it, came back (STILL smiling), and told me the next time he caught me going 12 over, he would write me a huge ticket. Whew!!!
The next time I got pulled over I was not speeding. Seriously. It was Labor Day weekend, and everyone knows that cops are out on all holidays. I was on the highway headed to my parents house, going the speed limit, when I saw a cop behind me. I switched to the other lane to get out of his way, and he switched lanes with me. Isn’t it amazing how your heart can go all the way into your throat when this happens? How do flashing lights have this effect on us?! Anyways, he pulled me over and came up to the window. "Do you know how fast you were going ma’m?" I told him I was going exactly 70. He disagreed, saying I was going 85. HUH?! My brain was telling me "Stay calm Katie, be polite." Unfortunately, my mouth was not listening to my brain. It said, "Are you kidding me?! When is the last time you calibrated your radar gun?!" Oops, bad question! He got defensive and said, "This morning." My mouth again talked without my permission and said, "Oh, well when’s the last time you were actually trained on using or calibrating your radar gun?" I think this is the point where his face turned a beautiful shade of purple. I explained to him that I was not stupid, I knew there were cops out today, and that I had my cruise set to the exact speed limit. Could he have maybe clocked a different car and accidentally pulled me over? He said no. Could he have misread the radar gun? Stupid mouth talking without brain again!!! This was when I was offered a chance to sit in the back of the cop car. He could show me the printout from the gun or something. I told him that didn’t sound good (isn’t that where they put the criminals?! Ohhh…I get it.) I don’t know why I couldn’t be nice! I’m normally such a sweet person, but when I know I did nothing wrong, I guess I kinda lose it a bit. We ended up concluding that my spedometer must be off (by 15mph?!?). I promised to go get it checked out soon, and he didn’t even write me a warning. I don’t know why he didn’t just arrest me. Or tazer me! I can’t figure out where my sudden attitude came from. Or why it wouldn’t go away when I told it to! I guess he must have honestly believed me- or thought that I was out of my mind and wanted to get as far away from me as he could. I did get my spedometer checked- and it was fine. I never did figure this one out!!