Thursday, April 28, 2011

incredible slippers

I haven't had many run-ins with the police. I'm fairly law abiding, so I'm not usually on their radar, both literal and figurative. But we're not all perfect, and some times we forget that our car needed to be inspected three months ago and sometimes we get pulled over. I got pulled over. Since I've had so few interactions with the men in uniform, I wasn't really sure what to do. And as it turns out, neither did Mr. Officer. It was honestly 15 of the strangest minutes of my life. 
Officer: "Hey. Thanks for pulling over."
Me: "Um, yeah. Sure."
Officer: "I just had to pull you over because blah blah blah (something about inspection)."
Me: "Ok."
Officer: "May I please see your license and registration?"
I handed him the needed documents.
Officer: "Is this still your address?"
Me: "It's my parents. I'm recently married." I didn't tell him recent meant a year ago.
Officer: "Being married is the greatest. It's like dating but you hang out more."
Me. Nervous laugh. "Yeah."
Officer: "Ok I just need to record some information. Will you be ok here?"
Me: "Um, yes. I'll be fine."
Officer: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yeah."
So I waited, he handed me a ticket, making sure that I knew how to get a ten dollar reduction, and I drove away very confused. I think maybe he was trying to make friends? It had been a long, lonely day on the motorcycle, and he just needed someone to talk to? Which is fine, but pulling me over wasn't really the best way to get to know me.
Or maybe once again, my 15 year old looking face really threw him off, and he thought I was young and fragile and would not handle getting pulled over well. LIke I might burst into tears at any moment.
Or maybe he was just a weird dude.

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