I am one very fortunate little chica.
I was leaving work last night and, in order to get home, had to make a left turn across a very busy road. The visibility on both sides was blocked on both sides by parked cars, making my left turn very hazardous indeed.
I found a window in traffic and gunned my Kia engine for all it was worth. I made it to the other side safely, but not without (unintentionally, obviously) cutting off a police officer.
As soon as I got to the other side I knew I was busted. I slowed down and waited for him to flip around and come chase me with his bright whirly lights. I pulled over and turned off my engine, waiting with my hands folded like a good law-abiding citizen.
The young officer came up to me and said, “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
I replied, “Yeah, that was a really stupid thing to do.”
He asked me why I did it, I explained the dangerous lack of visibility thanks to the parked cars, and he said he could see my point. I handed over my license and registration and watched as he took my license back to his car.
I could just feel the ticket coming, like the early days of congestion that precede a really nasty head cold.
He came back to my car and surprised the stuffing out of me. After handing me back my license he said that he was letting me off with just a warning, owing to my squeaky-clean record (Heh. After my car accident last year and now this, is it really all that squeaky-clean? Should I even be driving at this point? Discuss).
I drove home and, as I put distance between myself and encounter, wondered how I got off so easy. I was clearly wearing my wedding ring, and I looked frumpilicious with my ponytail and sweatpants. I’m not so pregnant you can tell when I’m sitting, and I was definitely not hitting on him.
How the heck did I get such a nice police officer? Clearly I am the recipient of some serious good blessings. Quick, touch my sleeve and then buy a lotto ticket to see if the blessings are catching!