Hello again! This is Christopher Russell posting for Megan today. She’s not feeling well and hasn’t been for a couple of days, so I’m letting her sleep in while I take over once again.
In high school, I spent almost all of my free time with two teachers: my choir director and my theatre director. I was constantly in plays or getting ready to perform some concert either with my regular choir or with the show choir (and I wonder why my mom thought I might be gay). Anyway, some of my best memories stem from those relationships. As do some of the best stories I have. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to witness this event first hand, but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same.
My choir director, who we’ll call Mrs. E, and her daughter were driving back from a rodeo. (I grew up in Tennessee, and her family was really into everything to do with horses.) They were singing along with the radio, which was cranked up about as high as it could go, and eating ice cream. When Mrs. E came to a stop sign, she did a bit of a rolling stop, not quite coming completely to rest before pressing on the gas again.
She and her daughter continued on this way for a while until Mrs. E looked up into her rear view mirror and noticed flashing lights. She had no idea even how long she had been followed by the officer but pulled over obligingly.
The officer waddled out of his car and over to her window. She rolled it down, all the while giving her most winning smile.
“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” The officer asked.
“No, sir,” she politely replied.
“Well, you’re supposed to come to a complete stop at a stop sign, ma’am.”
“I’m sorry sir, you’re absolutely correct, and I didn’t realize that I hadn’t.”
After this, the officer wrote something on a little pad of paper and then handed to Mrs. E. She took it, and all appearances of politeness washing away said, “Two-hundred dollars?! Is that your quota for the day? Can you go have your donut now?!”
I have since been pulled over five times while driving, usually for things like licence plate lights being out, but I’ve never been ticketed. Thanks for the lesson in how not to talk to a police officer, Mrs. E!