Luck, Karma, God, who knows?
Last night after watching movies/drinking/hookahing with Mulkey and Jennifer, I took Genevieve to get her car. As I pulled on to Teasly at 12 o’clock and like I often do I felt the need to drive fast, say about 95mph or so… I think, but my speedometer does work so I can’t be sure. I turn on my radar detector, waited for all the cars to pass, and then when Teasly was empty I dumped on the gas. When got to my turn, I slowed down and drove normally through the residential area. I pulled into Genevieve’s driveway and shut the car off. My radar never went off so I thought I was fine, but just as Genevieve was about to step out of the car I looked in the rearview mirror and saw headlight pulling on her street. I had seen these headlights before, oh yes, they were the head lights of a cop car.
I said to Genevieve, “Cop….. Don’t get out of the car.” The cop came up to the window and asked for my license and asked if I lived there.
I said, “No, but she does.”
Then he said, “I ask because it looked like you were trying to run from me.”
I told him, “I wasn’t trying to run, I didn’t even see you behind me.”
The cop replied, “Yeah cause you were going so fast.”
I thought to myself, oh shit you are so busted and going to jail. The officer then asked for Genevieve’s license to prove that one of us did live there. As he walked back to his car, to check if I had stolen my own car, another cop car pulled up. We sat in silence waiting for the cop to return. I wondered if the cop new I had been drinking and if I was going to go to jail that night.
When he came back he said, “Well… I can’t give you a ticket because I didn’t get your speed.”
I nodded.
Then he said, “You need to slow down in this neighborhood.”
I replied, “I was…” I stopped myself.
I was going to say, I wasn’t speeding in the neighborhood. Then I thought that might be seen by the officer as back talk.
So I said, “I have no excuse for what I did.”
He replied, “Just slow down.”
Then something odd happened, he gave my car a once over with his flashlight. Not the, I’m looking for something once over, but the, nice car look over.
Then the officer asked, “How long have you had this car?”
“About two years,” I said.
He replied, “It’s nice.”
“Thanks,” I said.
At this point he can’t see Genevieve and it’s a good thing because she is on the verge of busting out laughing.
The cop says, “Be careful and slow down,” one last time.
I say, “someday this car is going to get me into to much trouble.”
Then he turns to walk off and we both say, “Thanks.”
The cop leaves and we go inside. At this point I think my head is about to explode and Genevieve is pissed. She calls me an ass and says that she has never gotten a warning from and officer. I laugh, cry, and shit just a little.
The End!
I said to Genevieve, “Cop….. Don’t get out of the car.” The cop came up to the window and asked for my license and asked if I lived there.
I said, “No, but she does.”
Then he said, “I ask because it looked like you were trying to run from me.”
I told him, “I wasn’t trying to run, I didn’t even see you behind me.”
The cop replied, “Yeah cause you were going so fast.”
I thought to myself, oh shit you are so busted and going to jail. The officer then asked for Genevieve’s license to prove that one of us did live there. As he walked back to his car, to check if I had stolen my own car, another cop car pulled up. We sat in silence waiting for the cop to return. I wondered if the cop new I had been drinking and if I was going to go to jail that night.
When he came back he said, “Well… I can’t give you a ticket because I didn’t get your speed.”
I nodded.
Then he said, “You need to slow down in this neighborhood.”
I replied, “I was…” I stopped myself.
I was going to say, I wasn’t speeding in the neighborhood. Then I thought that might be seen by the officer as back talk.
So I said, “I have no excuse for what I did.”
He replied, “Just slow down.”
Then something odd happened, he gave my car a once over with his flashlight. Not the, I’m looking for something once over, but the, nice car look over.
Then the officer asked, “How long have you had this car?”
“About two years,” I said.
He replied, “It’s nice.”
“Thanks,” I said.
At this point he can’t see Genevieve and it’s a good thing because she is on the verge of busting out laughing.
The cop says, “Be careful and slow down,” one last time.
I say, “someday this car is going to get me into to much trouble.”
Then he turns to walk off and we both say, “Thanks.”
The cop leaves and we go inside. At this point I think my head is about to explode and Genevieve is pissed. She calls me an ass and says that she has never gotten a warning from and officer. I laugh, cry, and shit just a little.
The End!