The sun was shining. Eric and Kathy were on my radio. I was enjoying my yummy fruit smoothie. I was ready to take on Wednesday! And then it happened, the swirl of red and blue in my rear view mirror. My first time ever being pulled over!
I had always wondered how I would react during my first pull over. Would I cry? Would I know why I was pulled over? Would my anxiety overtake my common sense and cause me to do something stupid?
I calmly pulled over, and tried to slow my beating heart. I racked my brain trying to figure out what law I had broken. I wasn’t driving that fast. My plate sticker isn’t due until the end of the month. I definitely did not blow a red light. What did I do?
“Ma’am, do you know you were going 38 in a school zone that is 20?” Crap! Well that’s embarrassing considering I’m a teacher. Just hold it together. Don’t cry!
I shakily handed over my driver’s license and pulled up my insurance. Then waited while the police officer returned to his car to do whatever police officers do during those excruciating minutes before your consequence is delivered. What is he doing back there? I can’t believe I was speeding. Oh man, I’m going to be late for work. Hey, at least I have a slice for later. Don’t cry!
Five minutes later, even though it felt like an hour, he returned. As he handed me my ticket, he administered my sentence, while the tears blurred my eyes and threatened to fall on my citation. “Since you were speeding in a school zone, you automatically have to make a court appearance…blah..blah…blah.” Seriously?! I can’t just pay a fine! My first freaking ticket and I have to show up at court! Can I cry now?
As soon as I pulled away, the tears streamed down my face. Hey, at least I didn’t do or say anything stupid.