License and registration, please.
I was driving to campus one morning on my way to take an exam. It was just another typical morning, except for one thing that was odd from the start. Let me explain. There would be a police officer on a motorcycle pointing that speed gun thing (a Power Ranger-style cool looking gun that measures your speed) on the corner before turning onto the university every single morning. It was no big deal, I am aware of the speed limit, but what really made me feel safe is that cars would bunch up together like a herd of zebras and travel in a pack; safety in numbers. But not that morning.. I was on my own.
Blue lights. A siren.
I got a ticket for not having my front license plate on my car, it was on my backseat and I have no idea why. While I was waiting for my ticket patiently in my car, I thought about all of the things that make such an event so awkward.
Making a scene is super easy when there are blue and red flashing lights around you.
People stare no matter what. And I know I’m guilty of doing it too, to see if the person looks super pissed for getting pulled over, or if she’s crying over it.
Talking to the officer is even worse. Sometimes they ask things like “Do you know why I pulled you over?”, or “Do you know how fast you were going?”. “Ha! That is a trick question, officer. Good one.”
Proper documentation. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t happen to have my license, registration and proof of insurance all pre-packed in a nice folder to hand to the police just in case I get pulled over. I opened my glove compartment and I found a shoe. Yes, a shoe. And it wasn’t mine.
The awkward wait for the ticket to come, or to have the guy check my driving record and all that stuff is horrible. You just have to sit there and wait. That’s it. No radio, no texting, no getting out of the car.. just sit quietly and avoid the stares.
“Are you in a hurry?” he asked, because I was looking at my watch
“Its alright, I feel ready for my test today,” I said
“Give me two minutes tops, I’ll be right back.” he said, with a smile. What the heck? He was giving me a citation and was happy about it.. Grr..
Well, at least I made it to my test on time.