*Looks to dash, immediately let's off gas*
Oh crap.
Here it goes.
"Hi officer"
"Ma'am, do you know why I've pulled you over"
Silence
"You were going 48 in a 30. Give me your drivers lisence, registration, proof of insurance."
"Ma'am you live on this street, you know better. The speed limit is 30 miles per hour!"
***thinks to self: Ohhhhhh, that's the speed limit! They should post it somewhere....
Officer says my FULL name into his walkie-talkie as he leaves my car window.
In the TEN minutes I waited for him to return...
I'm getting a ticket. Crap.
Oh gosh, what is taking so long!
Just hurry up and bring me the ticket dude.
I'm going to be late for work!
Geeze, he has been writing on that tablet a long time.
Just give me my ticket so I can go.
And allowed, verbally - with window still down, in my sassiest "I just woke up don't mess with me voice"
You know what, NO. I don't have the money for a ticket. Lord, just take care of that.
Officer approaches my car and very angrily through gritted teeth says:
"I live on this street. I will remember your face and your vehicle. SLOW DOWN."
"ma'am, I'm just giving you a warning today."
Whew.
Close one.
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