Pulled Over

I'm losing track - how many of these entries have I blogged? It must be my sixth one now. I received my first ticket last night! 1 in 6 ratio...not too shabby!

I don't even flinch anymore. Oop. Cop lights. Been there, done this. Plus, I deserved this one...so it's not like I can cry or fight it with good reason.

Tony, Travis, and Steven were with me. We just turned off 501 onto Lynchburg Expressway headed back to Brandon and Trav's. I see Brandon and Bethany up ahead and concoct this brilliant plan to catch up with and then cut off their hot, red car. Right as I was gaining in behind them, lights flashed behind me. No point in questioning, Is it me? Am I the one he's after? Because we all knew.

I have been driving 30 over on that darn highway since I first got here last July! What state has highways at 55 mph!?! That's just sick.

He pulled me over. "Obviously you know why I pulled you over tonight." I nod. "You were flyin'." My face forms a guilty grin. "Did you have anything to drink this evening?" "Oh no, we were just coming home from the dollar theater." "Are you in a rush to get somewhere?" I came up with two valid reasons, from my perspective; not so valid in his mind:
# 1. I was trying to catch up to my friend.
# 2. I come from the third largest city in Minnesota. I've learned to be aggressive in my driving. (a.k.a. we get to go at least 65 mph on our highways!!!)

-- -- Really wished I was pregnant and going into labor at this time...that gets you out of everything!!! -- --

The ultimate question: Do you have your driver's license with you?
The every-time answer: Noooo, I dooooon't..... *insert frown and fake tearful eyes*

He asks for my name, social security number, address, la-ti-da, all the normal 'shtuff' - heads to his car.

4, 5, 8 minutes later...he comes back. "I'm not coming up with anything. I've run it a few times. You have no license on file."

I was speechless. That's a new one. "Uh, I don't know...that doesn't make any sense...I've never had a problem with it before...??"

He stated he was not able to let me 'drive out of here, tonight' because it did not exist on file. Screw the dang files.

He's instantly suspicious and accusitory: "Why don't you have your license with you today??"

I explain my situation in fast Minnesotan dialect (even though I wouldn't have grabbed it anyway...never needed it before!): "Well, we were late to our movie, and I forgot to grab my purse, and it was only a dollar, so my friend was going to cover me the dollar and I pay him back so I didn't make us even more late, so I didn't go back for it.... Do you want me to have someone bring it to me?"

"How far away are you - how long would it take to get someone over here?"

"I just live up the road, _____ Apartments, I could call my roommate."

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. All 4 of us in the car are dialing, re dialing, continuously dialing Emma's number. She is not picking up.

Great. Now it looks like I lied about my license AND my roommate!

He comes back when a car slows behind us, "Is that your roommate?"

"No! I can't get ahold of her! I don't know why she isn't picking up!" (I know she's at home...sleeping!)

He questions me about my history, my former state and move to Lynchburg, have I let my license expire?

I explain I renewed it on my 21st birthday a while back and have not had to renew it since, it hasn't expired from that quite yet. He says that even if it had expired, it should be coming up in the system.

It was so wild being told my license didn't exist. It was like being told - "You were never born." - "You have no identity." - What a freaky feeling.

I was left speechless, with no explanation.

Most embarrasing call of my life: "Mom? Is dad there? I need him. ... Hey, dad? I'm here with a cop, and I don't have my license, do you have that number somewhere?"

Luckily, after some time dad finds it. We get the number. Cop goes to his car and back again. "You're fine." (he does not understand the relief!) I'm a real human! I have a birth certificate! I am real! I am registered! Pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew! "The only thing I can think of why that was happening is that Minnesota has some lock on their system with finding that information."
Dang states and their laws.

Of course, all that hassle...I get a ticket. 82 in a 55. Go figure. I haven't decided if I'll slow down from now on or not. I suppose I better since this is an actual ticket this time and not a slap on the wrist like the past five times of cops falling for my seduction.

It sucks getting pulled over with boys in your car - that's about all I learned from yesterday.