Friday, October 22, 2010
As you know or in case you don’t, one day a week I spend with my mother and grandmother; yesterday was that day. The weather was good; we had plans and thought all would be grand, NOT!
We started with a routine trip to the chiropractor to get our bones adjusted, followed by a stop at the cemetery. Fall colors and feeding the ducks, nice time. Again, our day was totally routine and enjoyable. It was time for lunch.
I do not drive fast with anyone in the car, by myself or with Ms Twister is another story but don’t try to get ahead of me. We traveled down an extra wide, two-lane road that has traffic lights and small turning lanes. This is where I apparently put everyone in the car in grave mortal danger.
Coming upon a red light with traffic backed up 5 cars deep from the turning lane, I made my dangerous decision. Our light red and not a moving car insight I decided to slowly go around traffic to the turning lane and just as I got there I saw them.
Blue and red lights appeared in the rear view mirror. I held up my hands as if to ask, “What do you want me to do?” I sat there, which I now know only angered the lovely policeman. The light turned green and then red, no way was I running a red light. The lovely policeman jumps out of his car and orders me to pull into the side street at the next green light.
I was confused; did he really want me to speed across traffic that had the right of way? Apparently so, he got tired of waiting, turned on his siren to stop traffic and to the curb we went.
As soon as he got out of the car I knew the lovely policeman was not happy, in fact I knew only to respond with, “Yes sir” and “no sir.” I can only assume the lovely policeman was having donut withdraws, his body language screamed attitude to say the least.
I was berated with questions of, “did I know what I did, is it a medical emergency and was I in a hurry.” All of which I answered with, “yes sir and no sir.” I knew I had crossed a yellow line, no it was not a medical emergency and no I was not in a hurry, which is why I was going 20 miles per hour.
He asked for my drivers’ license, insurance card and registration, which would have been okay except my mother was a day late in paying her insurance due to dad being in the hospital. The lovely policeman did not care or so we thought.
He ran his checks, retrieved papers from the printer in his trunk and came back to the car. Mom was given a break, he must have had a small heart somewhere, I was not. I was given a $163 fine for careless driving and a wonderful trip to traffic school where all expenses are NOT fully paid.
Now I do not mind the ticket; yes according to the law I was wrong and I admitted that but this lovely policeman’s attitude sucked. He was angry, condescending, just hoping I would start something and to top it all, admitted he had done the same thing. I guess wearing a bade does have its advantages.
As to the putting my mother and grandmother in grave, mortal danger (his words not mine)?
My grand mother just laughed and asked, “When did you do that?”
By the way, we went one block and witnessed another car ding exactly the same thing. I guess the lovely policeman was now at the donut shop.
I’ll be back later for