by getting pulled over....
*sigh*
I admit I had this coming. I'm a speedy driver. Apparently, I'm quite notorious in my work complex for being speedy. I drive the infamous black Audi.
So imagine my un-surprise when I got pulled over this morning IN my work parking lot! Ok, first off, I've never been pulled over before and I've asked the hubster this question a few times: "What do I do? Where do I go?" I mean there was no obvious place to pull over. Do I park my car in a spot? That just seems obnoxious. So I finally find a place. This is only after I ask myself after I saw him in my rearview mirros - "Is he pulling ME over?"
I turn off my car, roll down my window, and wait for the inevitable.
"License, insurance, and registration please"
*hands over insurance and license* "I have registration, but I can't find it"
"Is it registered under your name?"
"Yes"
*officer walks away*
*reach for phone to text the hubster* - not enough time, he's coming back
I get a warning (Thank God) that I need to use my turn signals and to slow down. You're damn right I'm going to be slowing down.
This happened at 7:30 and I'm still trying to calm down. I mean I'm over it, but every time I think about it, I get butterflies in my stomach and relive the whole thing. I'm traumatized from a warning!
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