Thursday, April 19, 2007


I'm so embarrassed I cannot even post ALL the details yet, but suffice it to say I was pulled over IN MY DRIVEWAY for going 62 MPH.

Don't ask. Please, just....don't...ask. LOLOL!

I'll give up the rest of the story after I've recovered from the trauma of neighborhood humiliation and relentless razzing from my husband, and distress only mortification can bring.

Fugitive-running from the law---only she didn't realize it until miles later.....Squirrel

Cheryl Wyatt Gal. 2:20 Pouring my vial of words over Him.

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Shauna said...


Believe it or not, I can relate! Here's my story (I've had years to dull the pain)...

It's 5:45 a.m. Monday morning and my fiance is heading out the door to drive the two hours home for work. I'm living with my parents and he had come up for the weekend to see me. He lives 2 hours away and is leaving at 6:00 to get to work for 8:30.

I got up to hug and kiss him goodbye (I'm not a morning all!) and as I'm heading back to bed, I realize that he has forgotten all of his toiletry items on the counter. Thinking I can catch him, I run out of house in my pajamas, bare feet in runners with laces untied, hair sticking out all over my head and coat carelessly thrown on. I jump in the car mindless of the early morning drizzle and go squealing out of the driveway. (I just want to insert here that my parents are fast asleep.)

I race through town maddly trying to discern which route he may have taken. I know he needs to fill up before leaving, so I'm taking the most traveled route and hoping for the best.

I'm on the main highway through town heading west. I spot his car a few lengths infront of me at the same time I notice the flashing lights in the rearview mirror. I glance down and see that I'm going 80 km/h in a 50 zone. But, He was so close and I didn't want this effort to mean nothing, so I continue driving, hoping that by waving my hands wildly, he'll look over. Of course, I want to let the officer behind me know that my intentions are good, so I flick on my signal light and begin moving to the right lane. Unfortunately, I was so busy watching my fiance's car and not paying attention to what I was doing that I bounced my car off the curb.

Feeling somewhat shaken, but also noticing that my fiance has glanced back and noticed me, I pull into the strip mall and put the car in park. I roll down my window to talk with the officer approaching the car. My fiance pulls in near me but is ordered to stand back.

"That's my fiance in there. I know her," he says.

"Sir, stop right there. Stay back from the car," orders the police officer. "Miss, can I see your license and registration please."

"Um, I don't have my purse." I had, of course, left it at the house. "And, uh, what's a registration look like?" In my defense I want to say that I was only 19, had always lived with my parents and had never owned my own car. "Is this it?" I ask as I hand over a piece of paper, which later turned out to be a receipt for recent work on the car.

The officer takes the paper and goes back to his cruiser where he runs the plates to get information. By this time he has determined that the bedraggled person in her pajamas is, more than likely, not dangerous and he has talked to my fiance and allowed him to approach the car.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I think so. Here, you forgot this," I say as I pass him his bag.

"What were you doing?"

I think it's rather obvious, but I state it anyways. "I was trying to catch you to give you the bag. I didn't want you to go all week without your shaving stuff and toothbrush."

"I could have bought more and I'm coming up next weekend."

Okay, that makes sense if you're a morning person and are able to produce logical thought at...I glance at the clock on the car dash...6:10 a.m. "Oh. Well, at least I caught you. I'm glad you saw me."

"Actually," he says, "I saw the police lights going and I was wondering why the person wasn't pulling over. I was surprised to look and see it was you."

He's in a rush to get back and to work, so we say our goodbyes again, me assuring him I'll be fine.

I'm watching him drive away as the officer again approaches the car and knocks on the window. "Miss, can you tell me who's car this is?"

Uh-oh. "It's my dad's."

"His name?"

I give the officer his name. "I can phone him to bring me my license. Just hang on a sec." I silently thank God for car phones, and phone my dad. It's 6:15 a.m. and I'm waking him from a sound sleep. However, after explaining that, no, I wasn't in bed sleeping and yes, I was pulled over by the cops and could he please bring me my license, I'm confident that help is on the way.

A few minutes later he pulls up and talks with the officer assuring him that I'm his daughter and the car is not stolen. My license is shown to validate my right to operate this motor vehicle...and confirm that I am who I say I am.

A few more minutes of waiting and the officer hands me back the paper that I now recognize is a receipt...and on the back is printed "May God bless you in all your future endeavors." (We realized later that my mom had used it as a "trial" before writing in a graduation card. So, I like to think that officer went away blessed by his encounter with me. LOL!)

After the officer lectures me on driving safe and I promise him that in the future I will be more careful, he hands me my ticket. $170.00.

I paid it gladly. After all, I'm just thankful he didn't see me run the stop sign and two red lights!

Christa said...

Think of it as a scene for a book! It did, though, cause me to laugh. It's so nice knowing there are other delightful mishaps in the world.

Missy T said...

Oh, how funny! I can't believe it. I was coming over to tag you for blog tag, and then read this! LOL

You'll have to check out my blog for the rules of the game of tag, but also check out my embarassing moment on #8. You won't feel so bad.

Still, 62 mph in your driveway??!! :)

Missy--I hope you'll pop over to play blog tag.