I'm Sorry, Officer...

Ready to get home for Mother's Day, we slowly pulled out onto the road. I had looked left, then right, and went for it. Little did I know, there was a car in my blindspot on the right. And not just any car. No, no... A cop car. I cut them off so badly, we almost had an accident. It was no surprise, then, when the lights went off behind me. 

For the first time ever, I was being pulled over. Ugh.

Pull over.

Wait 2 minutes.

"What were you doing, mam?"

sheepishly..."I'm so sorry, officer. I didn't see you. I have this blindspot, and I just..."

"You almost hit my brand new car."

(seriously?) "Again, I'm sorry. I would never do that on purpose."

"License and registration. I need everyone's licenses."

She walks away. She is sturdy, frizzy, and bitter. Here's hoping.

Wait 10 minutes.

Listen to my friends.

One just paid a speeding ticket.

One still has to pay a ticket.

One just got pulled over and the cop let them go.

I am in the company of sinners. Great. Going to jail...

10 minutes creep by.

Dave takes a video. (Ask him to post it).

In the side view mirror, we see that she's writing. 

It's probably not a love note, nor a Mother's Day card.

Return Robocop woman. 

Violation... blahblahblah.... 

Points on record... blahblahblah... $121.50. 

Yikes! I want to crawl in a corner.

Instead a had to drive another 2 1/2 hours in a part of Florida where cops have nothing better to do. Still, I love me some Lake Placid weekends in the company of family or friends. Good times, and lesson learned...