I had my SUV towed to the dealership to get the tire repaired. My brother picked me up and delivered me along with the rearranged fruit platter to my parent’s house. I would have been more upset than I was, but the whole incident was so ridiculous, how mad could I be?
By the time the rim was replaced and the tire changed, I was feeling better about life and caught a ride to the car dealership. I retrieved my car and happily set off for home. All I can say is, when it’s not your day, it’s not your day. Not far from my home, I was pulled over by a policeman. (Where are they when you really need them?) He approached my window, looked inside and asked me if I knew how fast I was driving. Did he expect me to say, “Well Officer, I was driving the speed limit, but when I saw you I decided to speed up.”?
While the policeman was standing to the rear of my car writing my ticket, I quickly searched my mind as to what my husband tells me every time he “gets out of a ticket”, which he somehow does every time he is pulled over. He loves to tell me how he “shows a little chest” regardless the gender of the officer. I thought huh, why not, and before the cop returned to my car window, I had “adjusted” my top in attempt to show a bit of my nonexistent sexy side.
The officer reached into my window and handed me a speeding ticket, asking me to please wait just one more minute. He started writing furiously again and then handed me a “fix-it” ticket. Pointing in the general direction of my bust, he said, “You might want to take care of that too.” and sauntered away.
I guess at this point it would be fair to say, it really was “not my day”. Sigh.
Previously at PJ Lifestyle from Pamela Weiss: