My run in with the Law

My last traffic violation or mishap was over 5 years ago. But my lucky streak was ended on Sunday evening on my trip home from McKinney. I was headed down the highway going approximately 76 miles an hour when a lovely State trooper spotted me. After reading 18,000 emails about being careful at night when getting pulled over and the horrible things that can happen to a person by a "fake" police officer, I decided to continue driving to a well lit area and pull over at place in the road with an actual shoulder. Now, mind you it was not far down the road, maybe a couple of miles (if that) and I had my blinker on and I had slowed down considerably.

My safe and well thought out departure from the highway was obviously not appreciated by my ego driven machismo and short I might add State Trooper. Yeah, you are not having trouble picturing this are you, the one with the tan cowboy hat and walked like he had a sick up his butt. Once I had pulled over and placed my hazard lights on I hear yelling from behind the car. What is that? I think to myself. Then I hear from the back of the truck, "Ma'am ROLL DOWN YOUR WINDOW AND PUT YOUR HANDS OUTSIDE THE CAR!!!" I think to myself, What? and I kind of giggle, but don't want to get tazered so I do it. In the mean time Lily is in backseat enjoying the flashing lights.

The trooper then says, "Ma'am is there a reason why you did not pull over when I first turned on my lights?" I said, "uh yeah...I have read all those emails about what can happen when you get pulled over in the dark. I was scared!" For some reason he did not like this answer and mocked back in the rudest tone of voice possible, "You were scared?" Yes! I was trying to pull over in a well lit area and a place with a shoulder on the road. He then said, there was a street light when I first was pulling you over. ~There may have been but I did not consider one measly little street light on a highway at night a safe and well lit place.~ I am just sayin'. Especially, not with my precious cargo, hello I had Lily and BOB in the car. Anyway, with all of the things going on in the Houston/Pearland area don't they have some crime to fight?

I was in a panic and a little shaken up by my 1st traffic stop in forever. I found the insurance card and handed it over. He looked at it and said, uh ma'am do you have an up to date insurance card? I am sure I do officer but this is my husband's truck and he is deployed, let me scrounge around for it. Yeah, I slipped that in there. It didn't help! I did find the current insurance and he was off to happily write me a ticket.

When it was all said and done I got a ticket for 76 in a 65 and warning for Dale's license plate light. Then as if I didn't know what that was or how to change it...the Trooper tells me, you need to change out the light bulb. Uh duh!

~I still don't know how I was the one person picked out of the crowd going 76, because I am pretty sure everyone else was too. I know, I know, it is against the law to speed. But, really who doesn't? Anyone? Yeah, there aren't many Lazy Susans driving around here. Dale is the only person I know who drives under the speed limit because he enjoys a leisurely drive....I think he is becoming his dad (not that there is a problem with that). But, thankfully, I can still avoid the purposeful scenic routes, I don't think my one track mind could handle that! I almost have a conniption every time I see the speedometer falling below the posted speed when Dale is driving.