Another Run In

It is official: I am a cop magnet.

Last night, Kyle decided that he needed to make a midnight food run to Wal-Mart. His roommate had "borrowed" his car, so we took mine. As I was driving the route I take almost every day to go to work, Wal-Mart, my parent’s house, etc., I accidentally ran a stop sign. The story that I was telling Kyle about who knows what was interrupted by flashing lights, and Kyle telling me he saw this coming.

I pulled into a parking lot, rolled my window down, and instructed Kyle to search for my registration and proof of insurance, while I rummaged through my purse in search of my license. By the time the police officer reached the window, two of the three had been found. Unfortunately, the proof of insurance was never uncovered. (Two out of three ain't bad, right?) As we waited for the officer to write my tickets, Kyle informed me that he had a feeling this was going to happen and had thought about asking to drive my car before we left. As usual, he was also able to think of a Friends episode that was similar to this situation and told me all about it.

Luckily, the cops that I have been attracting lately have all been very nice and understanding (let's not forget good looking.) I did get a ticket for running the stop sign, but he let me off with a warning on not having proof of insurance. This also happens to be the first ticket I have ever gotten, which means I am still eligible for Stop Class. As long as I take the grueling 8 hour driver's ed. refresher course, the ticket will be erased from my record.

Once we were back on our way to Wal-Mart, Kyle, never missing an opportunity to let me know how fortunate I am to have someone like him, pointed out that if he wasn't there, I would have been really bored while I was waiting for my ticket. What he failed to realize, however, is that if it wasn't for him, I never would have been driving to Wal-Mart in the first place, and therefore, wouldn't be waiting for a ticket. Actually, I’m not mad about it at all. The way I drive, I'm surprised this is my first ticket. Plus, Kyle and I have already put the blame on someone else, his roommate Logan.