f*ck the police...
yeah, so the time is currently 2:41 am, and alaina just got pulled over on 481.
why you ask?
because she was attempting to get home from the newhouse labs without falling asleep at the wheel...in quasi-dense fog...and may have been driving a leeeettle bit too fast.
good news?
i got out of it ;)
don't ask me why...i didn't cry...perhaps the shaking voice and hands might have influenced the cop...he asked me where i was from, and i said i was coming from the computer lab on campus where i'd been all night long. he asked where i lived, i said north syracuse. he asked how old i was, i said i was graduating in two weeks. he asked what i was going to do, i told him i was going to be a newspaper reporter.
came back, handed me my license and registration, and asked what type of reporter i wanted to be. then he said "when you become a reporter, remember that not all cops are bad guys."
i'd "awww..." if i weren't still shaking. lucky break. i guess i'm gonna throw the "pajama rule" out the window...always seemed that i got ticketed when i was wearing pajamas, but i could usually talk my way out of it when i was all dolled up. but tonight i was in an oversized sweatshirt and looked half-dead. so this theory is not entirely consistent. perhaps it's the type of cop? who knows?
all i have to say, is bring on the cruise control. and graduation gifts? i'll be asking for a radar detector :)
why you ask?
because she was attempting to get home from the newhouse labs without falling asleep at the wheel...in quasi-dense fog...and may have been driving a leeeettle bit too fast.
good news?
i got out of it ;)
don't ask me why...i didn't cry...perhaps the shaking voice and hands might have influenced the cop...he asked me where i was from, and i said i was coming from the computer lab on campus where i'd been all night long. he asked where i lived, i said north syracuse. he asked how old i was, i said i was graduating in two weeks. he asked what i was going to do, i told him i was going to be a newspaper reporter.
came back, handed me my license and registration, and asked what type of reporter i wanted to be. then he said "when you become a reporter, remember that not all cops are bad guys."
i'd "awww..." if i weren't still shaking. lucky break. i guess i'm gonna throw the "pajama rule" out the window...always seemed that i got ticketed when i was wearing pajamas, but i could usually talk my way out of it when i was all dolled up. but tonight i was in an oversized sweatshirt and looked half-dead. so this theory is not entirely consistent. perhaps it's the type of cop? who knows?
all i have to say, is bring on the cruise control. and graduation gifts? i'll be asking for a radar detector :)