By Heather O.
“Wow, the cop is sure moving fast! I wonder who he is trying to catch?” wondered the mild mannered mother, coming home from picking up kids from preschool. “Hey, he just ran a red light! No sirens, or anything–he almost caused an accident! Whoever he is chasing, it must be serious.”
No, the mild mannered mother was not me. That was my friend, who lives in my neighborhood and whose child attends preschool with J.
What hideous infraction against the law did I commit, you ask? What kind of actions would cause such frantic antics from a police officer? Speeding, drunk driving, a stolen car, a high speed car chase that ended in a shootout?
Even worse, people. The absolute worst. An expired inspection sticker.
My friend told me she spotted my car pulled over as she drove home, and wondered what the hullaboo was about. She told me her version of events, and where the cop had come from. I, of course, had not noticed the cop, being too busy trying to console my son about the fact that indeed, because his friend’s brother was 3 years older than he was, it was true that he would always be bigger, a fact that had J in tears for at least a half an hour. Excuse me if I didn’t see the cop rushing up behind me to catch me in my lawlessness, as I was trying to figure out how to drive and dig out week old Goldfish from under the car seat to give to my emotionally overwrought 4 year old, all at the same time.
Still, I have to be amazed at this officer’s diligence, despite my eternal annoyance at having to pay an $80 ticket for something that originally would have only cost me sixteen bucks to take care of. (Yes, 80 friggin’ dollars. I’m not ashamed to say that I burst into tears when he told me how much the ticket would cost me, and no, it was not the kind that garnered sympathy. It was the kind of sobbing that makes somebody want to back away slowly, and keeps children from speaking to Mommy for fear of the demons. Then I came home, called my sister, and looked up this post, just to feel some solidarity, and ended up sobbing and laughing hysterically all at the same time. My sister quickly excused herself and hung up. See, nobody really likes talking to crazy people.)
But seriously, the cop traveled at least 3 blocks to catch me, and for what? I was well under the speed limit, my car is not flashy, ugly, or spewing forth fumes that would suggest personal responsibility for all the air pollution in the state of Virginia. And yet, he felt the need to risk other people’s lives to make darn sure I get that thing inspected.
Phew, I sure feel safer now, knowing that he is doing all in his power to keep uninspected vehicles off the road. Keep up the good work, Sparky.
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