The One With The Almost Ticket . . .
March 26, 2005 | Filed under: Uncategorized
Registration and license please …
I swear when I saw the blue and red lights flashing in my rear view mirror, I thought “huh, some poor sucker is getting pulled over”.
That sucker was me. First instinct – panic. Second instinct – righteous indignation. Hey, EVERYONE is speeding, not just me!
Turns out, he wanted to talk about my sticker. Or lack of. HUH? I know for a damn fact that sticker came in the mail two weeks ago, and that my husband put it on. So I launched into this whole spiel of how the sticker was applied, and if it’s not there now that’s because the stickers are cheaply made and there’s been so much sand in the road because of the snow, and things are dirty and THIS IS NOT MY FAULT, THE STICKER WAS ON, and don’t you have real criminals to catch?
He never blinked. “Registration, please.”
Okay, now we’ve discussed my organizational issues, right? I distinctly remember my husband saying he was going to apply the sticker and would I please put the registration away. I just don’t remember actually DOING it. No one is going to be surprised to discover the registration wasn’t in the dash holder. Or in the pocket by my seat. Either of which would have been logical. No, my registration, after many minutes of panicked searching and no little swearing, was found BENEATH my seat in the original DMV envelope.
Unopened.
Uh oh. Planning my husband’s slow torture in my mind, I tried a sheepish smile. My humorless Cop did not smile back.
Not good. Definitely going to kill the husband. I think I even said this out loud as I opened the envelope, and the registration AND THE STICKER popped out. Yeah. Not good. “Are you going to give me a ticket now?” I asked, no longer quite so righteous.
“Lady, at this point, I should follow you home so I can just arrest you now for the murder of your husband.”
Turns out he did have a sense of humor. But for those of you who know my husband, you might want to call him and say your last good-byes …
Posted by Jill @ 9:41 am | Make a Comment
Gwen says:
Oh, boy. Bu-bye David, it was lovely knowing you …
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 10:10 amSue says:
I would do the same
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 10:27 amkill my husband however my boys do it for me
so dad is save
Suzanne says:
LOL. Be sure he has all the DSL stuff connected right before you off him.
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 10:42 amJill says:
I’ll have you know that *I* handled the DSL stuff without him (okay so I hired our geek friend when I accidentally trashed his computer). No. Man. Needed. Here.
Just kidding, honey.
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 10:44 amJudy says:
Oh Jill. Your hubby should have know better. Just look at the slipper under the sink. LOL I am glad you found it though. Hugs
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 11:09 amSasha says:
Too Funny!. I bet the cop was married, and understood "the wrath of the wife". :laugh:
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 11:50 amJennifer says:
What, you didn’t yell "Officer, do you know who I am? I’m a RITA finalist!" I’m sure he would have found that equally amusing. Maybe not. :hehe: :hehe:
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 12:15 pmCynthia says:
Great story, Jill. So glad you found the sticker and didn’t get a ticket!
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 2:19 pmOlga says:
Lol, Jill! What a great story, though I suppose it’s not funny when you’re in that situation. But you’ve made me smile!
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 3:05 pmMichelle says:
Jill–oh, don’t you hate that panicky feeling? Glad it worked out okay. Man… :blush:
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 4:16 pmMary says:
Hey, I’m going on a police ride along Thursday. I can’t wait to give a ticket!
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 5:38 pmArlene says:
Oh Jill. But who will go through your closet and find your missing glove without complaining???
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 7:25 pmLydia says:
ARGH!!! Oh, that’s funny. And HORRIBLE. *g* I bet he saw your face…
Posted on March 26th, 2005 at 8:01 pmKate Hardy says:
Oooh, sympathies there! I had a near-speeding ticket thing a couple of weeks back. Then DH drove on the same stretch of road as me and pointed out that it was actually a traffic flow monitor, so I’d been panicking about nothing over the fine. Hey, does that mean I can go out and spend my no-longer-fine money on new books???
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 3:04 amKatie says:
So….follow-up story, please! Was he SO sorry??
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 3:11 amAs an aside – my oldest son has a ton o copboy friends who like to pull up, sirens and lights flashing, just to be cute. Anymore, I’d get stopped and think "which child thinks he’s sooo adorable now?" Must be more careful…
Mel says:
“Lady, at this point, I should follow you home so I can just arrest you now for the murder of your husband.”
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 5:43 amROFLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Happy Easter to you and yours Jill!
Larissa says:
Heh. What’s your weapon of choice?
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 8:16 amJill says:
Okay the husband lives. He took me out to dinner and bought me new sweats (my fave clothing of choice) so what can I say.
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 10:05 amDonnaM says:
You should hang on to that husband! Not all of us were lucky enough to find a really "good guy"!!
Posted on March 27th, 2005 at 1:05 pmSara says:
I hate that panicked feeling when you realize it’s you they are pulling over. LOL Glad you found your sticker!
Posted on March 28th, 2005 at 3:29 pm