I am a bit of a car related nightmare. I can say it out loud, so please anyone who knows me and feel s the need to stick the knife in, resist comments. I. KNOW.
So even I am surprised that I haven’t had more run ins with the police. It’s not that I am a dangerous (again friends, less) or illegal driver, I am just slightly complacent some of the time. I like to put it down to concentrating on other things.
When we were on our way back from Vegas to San Diego there was a run in with the police, who I might add are a lot scarier in America, a stark chance from your Bobby on the Beat (accidently typed Booby the first time, this post could have taken on a whole new meaning!). My uncle and I were about five miles up the road, him trying to show off the midlife crisis mobile; an Aston Martin DB5, and me, being the oldest of the five, claiming dibs on not being packed into a station wagon with two hyperactive teenage boys who had a new game called something Unicorn on the iphone which came with an irritating theme tune. Still haunts my dreams.
We stopped at In and Out (mmmmm, In and Out) and expected them to turn up. We waited. And waited. Forty minutes later they turned up, my aunt looking like she might explode, Pixie in floods of tears, Thing One looking smug and Thing Two looking sheepish. Turns out that they had been pulled over by the police as T2 and Pixie had not had their seatbelts on (bad kids, BAD!) and my auntie was given two hefty tickets as a result. The two kids had to pay the fines out of their pocket money while Thing One smugly looked on. The only time he had his seatbelt on the others got caught!
When I was eighteen I was pulled over by the police and breathalysed on a night out. It was a Monday (I remember like it was yesterday) and I had had one small glass of wine at about 6pm. We had gone to a bar and I was on my way home via a club to drop my friends off. I saw the blue lights flashing, and pulled over, terrified.
Turns out I had come out of the car park, and being a fairly new driver in a well-lit area, forgot to put my lights on. I was breathalysed by the side of the road, while my drunk friend hung out of the window taking photos which were then displayed on her uni wall) and the policeman said “I’m sorry love, its green”.
My world crashed down before me. I couldn’t understand it. I had had a teeny glass of wine SIX HOURS AGO yet I was going to be carted off to prison with murderers for the rest of my life. My mum was going to be so disappointed. Thoughts of having limited tampax and having to exchange my heat magazine for a hairbrush crossed my mind, and I was petrified. I didn’t want to shave my head like a lesbian. I’d worked for years to grow these locks!
When the other policeman realised I hadn’t got the joke he explained to me that it was OK, green meant OK and I was safe to go. My heart in my mouth, I got back in the car and went home. And this is why I don’t drink anything and drive.
Have you ever had a run in with the police?