ok, so I am on my way to class yesterday afternoon, "accounting for non-accountants" utterly dull and boring.
I'm running late but going the speed limit, following the flow of traffic.
I drive a big ol' rear wheel drive "grocery-getter" seriously. an '89 Caprice Classic. I call her "My Zoomer" lol
she has alot of power, very reliable and in good shape for how old she is, nice smooth ride.
not very eco-friendly but I don't want a car payment, and she was free, given to me by my best male friend (besides SailorHarry)... and all she needed was new tires and exhaust and some TLC
I'd love to have her "Overhauled" and then she'd be a really classy ride.
well, anyways.
This nice police officer decided to pull me over.
I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was wearing my seat belt and going the speed limit.
I gave him my license, registration, and insurance card.
He claimed that I had studded tires on my car. I knew that was impossible because I didn't put studded snow tires on my car this past winter. He said he heard them when I drove by and that it must have been one of those trucks that drove by at the same time.
He started talking to me about my tattoos, and how bright the colors are, and asking if they were new, and where I got them done. I told him that all except 3 were over 2 years old. and that my husband did most of them at my shop.
he told me that the tread on my back tires was getting to low, and that they were nearly bald. I told him that I had just noticed that this morning.
he ran my license and didn't find anything, and was about to ask me if I had a card when I handed him one LOL
and then asked me when I was going to get new tires. I told him that I will next week.
he made me late for my class but I didn't really care. I'm just glad that he was cool about it and didn't act like an asshole with an attitude.
I'm running late but going the speed limit, following the flow of traffic.
I drive a big ol' rear wheel drive "grocery-getter" seriously. an '89 Caprice Classic. I call her "My Zoomer" lol
she has alot of power, very reliable and in good shape for how old she is, nice smooth ride.
not very eco-friendly but I don't want a car payment, and she was free, given to me by my best male friend (besides SailorHarry)... and all she needed was new tires and exhaust and some TLC
I'd love to have her "Overhauled" and then she'd be a really classy ride.
well, anyways.
This nice police officer decided to pull me over.
I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was wearing my seat belt and going the speed limit.
I gave him my license, registration, and insurance card.
He claimed that I had studded tires on my car. I knew that was impossible because I didn't put studded snow tires on my car this past winter. He said he heard them when I drove by and that it must have been one of those trucks that drove by at the same time.
He started talking to me about my tattoos, and how bright the colors are, and asking if they were new, and where I got them done. I told him that all except 3 were over 2 years old. and that my husband did most of them at my shop.
he told me that the tread on my back tires was getting to low, and that they were nearly bald. I told him that I had just noticed that this morning.
he ran my license and didn't find anything, and was about to ask me if I had a card when I handed him one LOL
and then asked me when I was going to get new tires. I told him that I will next week.
he made me late for my class but I didn't really care. I'm just glad that he was cool about it and didn't act like an asshole with an attitude.
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Can't blame him though, you are adorable!
How ya been? Besides driving the local cops crazy? How's family? Work? Life? Hubby?
Just thought I'd drop by and say HI!
act like an asshole with an attitude. That's my specialty around cops.