A first happened to me this morning heading into work. But let me start at the beginning...
I woke up around 4 am and thought I'd lay around and ponder for a few minutes before I got ready. Well, a few minutes turned into 40 minutes (time is a funny thing that early in the morning) and next thing I knew I was racing to get out the door. The roads were wet with some rain overnight, but lucky for me, there's hardly anyone out on the roads that early. I was driving in the left lane of a 4-lane road with no median, when a car coming from the other direction made a U-turn right in front of me and forced me to quickly switch to the right lane as I went by.
My initial reaction was of course, "What the...?" as my heart rate jumped. But then, the weird part. As I passed slowly by, I saw the lights on the top of the car (yep, it was a cop) and then saw them turn on. Uh oh! The conversation went something like this...
Cop: "Why are you driving so fast?"
Me: "To be honest with you, I'm late for work."
Cop: "Do you know how fast you were going?"
Me: "Uhhh..." (I really had no clue but I think my estimate was close) "about 40 or 45."
Note: I'm not sure what the posted speed limit is exactly. It's either 35 or 40 mph.
Cop: "Where do you work?"
Me: "Channel 11 News. I'm a morning anchor."
Cop: (Looking into my back seat and seeing church paraphanalia) "Which ward are you in?"
Me: "The singles ward. In the North Stake. How do you know about wards? What ward are you in?"
Cop: "Turnagain Heights. Can you find your license and registration?" (I'm looking around all over for my wallet and registration and still haven't found it.)
Me: "I'm having a tough time finding my wallet. I thought it was around here somewhere."
Note: I've checked since...my wallet is at home not in my car...oops!)
Cop: "What's your first name?"
Cop: "Do you know your license number?"
(I repeat it to him. He must have believed what I was telling him.)
Cop: "Alright. Slow down and be safe getting into work."
(Walks off I think disappointed that he didn't ticket me.)
How 'bout that!!? A police officer almost hit me, then pulled me over, happened to be LDS, then let me go! I was baffled.
So, next time a cop almost hits you then pulls you over, you'll know you're not alone!
Your first name is Robert? I'm going to start calling you Bobby "Speedy" Gonzales. By the way, you should have asked the hotdog vendor for a completo en vez de solomente diciendo "con cebolla". What kind of chileno are you?
ReplyDeleteWell, I don't think there are any cops in our ward so I think he must have meant Airport Heights.
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