Apparently, when one spends a great deal of one's time making fun of local celebrities on the internet, one’s karma builds up. Which is probably why I was pulled over on my way home last night.
Immediately upon seeing flashing lights in my review mirror I pulled over to the side of the road, a mere 2 blocks from my front door.
This MUST be the work of Swiss Miss!
“Hi there. License and registration, please.”
Shit. I handed over my paperwork and nervously eyed the less than hot cop. “What’d I do?”
“Oh, your stickers are out of date, that’s all.”
The worst part about being pulled over isn’t the monetary fine or the knot in your stomach.
The worst part about being pulled over is the fact that every other driver, cyclist and pedestrian stares at you with abandon. After all, I’m clearly a criminal. The staring rule doesn’t apply to me.
What’s worse, for some reason, less than hot felt the need to call for backup. 2 cruisers were on the scene in seconds, as if me and my out of date registration were going to go on the lam. I eyed them in my rearview mirror, watching them in serious conversation and then suspiciously eyeing me back.
I even tried to smile at one elderly woman across the street, a frightened spectator to my apparent arrest. She looked like she was expecting the fuzz to set up barricades any minute.
Not so hot finally returned, handed me a fix-it-ticket and told me to have a great night. I was tempted to respond that I would indeed have a great night if he’d get on his loudspeaker and explain to my neighborhood that I’m not a drug dealer or child molester or similar, but figured I might as well quit while I’m behind…