I watched the Super Bowl XXX on a 3D-High Definition Super Digital Megumultiplex Flatscreen TV and somehow, it was still boring (but in an awesomely 3D-High Definition Super Digital Megumultiplex Flatscreen way) .
On our way home from the Super Bowl Party Deluxe, my boyfriend and were stopped by a police car. The right tail light of my car was out since last week and I figured sooner or later a cop would stop me to let me know or ticket me. Still, I’ve never been pulled over and after seeing the movie Crash I’ve been terrified of being wrongly taken advantage of. I was shaking and tears were ready to squeeze out of my wide-as-saucer eyes even though reason should rule that I had nothing to be afraid of; I left all my pot at home. As my boyfriend parked the car in the nearest gas station he turned to me calmly and said, “You know, I think my license is suspended.” At this revelation, I think I peed a little. In the seconds it took for the police officer to approach the driver side window I had already envisioned my boyfriend being carted away in handcuffs for driving a vehicle with a suspended license while I sat there peeing and crying miles away from home.
My boyfriend rolled the window down and the cop asked, “Have you been drinking tonight?” This was a very easy question for my boyfriend to respond truthfully: no, we hadn’t.
Before I could let my boyfriend answer I started to babble, “Well, you see Officer, we don’t know where we are! We just came from a party and we don’t know the area!” At this point I am fully aware that I am hysterical for no reason and that, more importantly, the officer wasn’t even directing the question to me, the passenger. I noticed my boyfriend’s sidelong glance that longed to silence me but I was much too preoccupied with what jail would be like. Do they have a continental breakfast? Is a cavity search mandatory?
In my hyperventilating daze my boyfriend stepped out of the car, chatted with the cop, observed that all my tailights were out and escaped the situation without a shootout occurring or a ticket being issued.
Moral of the story: always fix your tail lights and at a time of crisis, never tell your girlfriend your license is suspended just because you forgot to take an online driver’s test.
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lol, it’s always an eventfull night when the cops get involved, isn’t it? The first time I got pulled over I was listening to Eminem - Lose Yourself and apparently got into the moment, lost myself, and was speeding 75 in a 55. Surprisingly, the cop caught up with me and I was shocked, those old beat up cars could hang with the sport cars now. lol He came up and was like “mam, I had to go 100 to catch up to you” and of course, my smartass self said “YOUR CAR CAN GO THAT FAST?!!” lol
Atleast he was a cool cop and let you go. My work friend had a similar situation like yours, but he made him get out of the car and did a whole bunch of test to see if he was drinking, made him do the breathilizer test twice, then called a tow truck to tow his car, and a whole bunch of hooplah all because one of his tail lights was out and he swerve his car over the yellow line (however… he was 1:30 in the morning, on a back road, no one else but him and the cop… I think the cop was just looking to meet his quota)
By Angela on 02.06.06 10:55 pm | Permalink
I would have been so scared in your situation.
Good that you came out without being charged anything.
By tina on 02.08.06 9:01 am | Permalink
Yeah, my heart’d have been spazzing out in the incident…
Good thing your bf was able to keep things under control while you were going crazy!
By suki on 02.10.06 12:24 am | Permalink
It was Superbowl XL not XXX BTW. Looks like someone needs to post more often. Remind me not to get pulled over while you are in the car.
By Croaker on 02.15.06 9:33 am | Permalink
Croaker, WhatEVER. Superbowl XXX sounds dirtier anyway.
By MC on 05.23.07 9:45 am | Permalink
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