So, when I was pulled over the other day, I just kinda shriveled.
Normally (I say normally, but I've only been pulled over thrice) I get pulled over for speeding, but this particular night I had just made a turn and I was speeding up, so I wasn't going crazy fast. All the sudden I see lights flashing behind me and I start shaking like a leaf.
"Please dear God, don't let him see shaking and think I'm a meth-head like my neighbors!"
Shining his flashlight directly in my eyeballs didn't help anything and I know that when I started to make ridiculous small talk with him, he probably thought I was running away from the law.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"No. I was probably speeding. That's what I get pulled over for." (Ok, stop talking Jenna. This small talk isn't working in your favor.)
"No, you failed to use your blinker when you turned right onto King."
Oh. my. gosh. Really? Really? Just days ago, some guy was screaming bloody murder because someone was killing him! (We can all attest to that) Do Sherman cops care about that? Uh, no. They want to catch petty criminals.
Long story short, he told me I could call it an "oops" and let me go!
In the trade off, I asked him if he had any police trading cards (demonstrated below).
Unfortunately, he didn't have one. But at least I didn't let the chance go by to ask!
xoxo-Jenna
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