Jennica Got Pulled Over

For the very first time, actually. 20 years old, and just now got pulled over for inadvertantly speeding. She got off with a verbal. But, it got me to thinking about the times I've gotten pulled over. Hehe.

I: 16, Red Jeep Cherokee. The day I got it. Went out riding around with some friends on a friday night. Music up waaaay to loud, look up in my rearview, see blue and red flashing lights. Turn the music off. I'm on the main drag, so there's no place to pull over, so I wave at the officer, and keep driving until there's a safe place to pull over. I stop the car, and turn off the engine, and hear over a loudspeaker "Please exit the vehicle with your hands where I can see them." Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit. I get out, shaking, about to cry, and this state trooper walks up to me. I can't get my door back open to get my purse out, cause I'm shaking too hard. I get escorted back to his car, and sit there while he runs my license. The whole time this is happening, the poor officer is going "Please don't cry, ma'am, you're going to be just fine. Please stop crying ma'am.... Ma'am, it's ok, please don't cry, aw jeez..." Want to know why I got stopped? My headlights were off. When we had put in my radio, some wires had gotten crossed, and turning my radio on turned my headlights off. Verbal Warning. And, an apology for scaring me, but I drove pretty far without responding to the lights, so he was just being careful.

II: 17, Black Ford F150 Pickup. I was driving home after having gone to the farm (seatbelts are not required on a farm), and turned the corner to head up the straightaway that headed to home. Ah, crap. There's a state trooper sitting, hiding, behind the corner. I keep driving, and his starting lights come on. I pull on my seatbelt really quickly and pray. Double crap. He whips a U-turn, and the flashing lights come on. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. He walks up to my window. "License and registration please ma... Ah. Well, I see you know why I pulled you over." He takes my stuff, heads back to his car. (Terribly important side note. My father is both a funeral director, and a fireman. He knows every law enforcement officer in a 300 mile radius of hickville. He also has a scanner, so he can know when to leave for wrecks and fires.) A few minutes later, Officer comes back to my window, laughing. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit. "Well, Miss Inyanna, I could give you a ticket, but I'm fairly certain your dad just heard your registration go out. And, quite frankly, whatever punishment he has planned will probably work much better than my ticket. Here's a written warning, I recommend you head straight home."

Oh, and he was right. I got home, sat on the chair at the kitchen counter, and a minute and a half later, I hear screeching tires, a door slam open, and door slam closed, and then the kitchen door slammed open. I got a thirty minute lecture, and grounded for two weeks. Dad even took away my keys, made me take the bus to school.

III: 18, Kansas, The Little Green Frog. Over Christmas break, I was staying with a friend and working. I left for work one day, and headed the 15 miles back into town. I pass a cop headed in the far direction, and my gut sinks when he flips around. On go those lights. I pull out my license and temporary insurance, as my new cards are in the mailbox at the dorms, and they don't allow us to have access to it over break. (Dumb, huh?) The officer walks over to the window, and I smile my most confused-sweet-and-innocent-very-confused-edly charming smile, and say "Hiii thehr, awficer. Is somethin tha madder?" (Again, that only makes sense if you say it in my accent.Come on, try it. You know you wanna.) He laughs and says, "You're not from here, are you, darlin?" "Nossir, Ah'm shore not." Turns out, he grew up in a town 15 mintues from Hickville. Was best friends with my favorite teacher. Went to the college that my mom works at.

20 miles an hour over the speed limit, no seatbelt, invalid insurance, snow-and-ice covered plates, and an expired license. (The post office won't let me have my mail, so the insurance company sent me this and said it'd work. And I knew my license expired two days ago, but it's Sunday, and Christmas week, and I was supposed to fix it when I got to go home for break, but work scheduled me. I don't even get to see my family for Christmas.)

I should have gotten about $450 in tickets. Or arrested. But, he let me off cause I was such a "nice young girl. Now, don't you speed, and try and get the rest of that taken care of once school starts again." *gloatgloatgloat*

IV: 20, Little Green Frog. No valid insurance. Taken off my record after proving I had it.

V: 21, Silver Chevy Cavalier. Got turned around in the city, didn't yield at a yield sign, almost ran into a cop. He felt bad for me, but no valid insurance. Again, waved on proof.

I gotta stop getting pulled over. One day, my luck's gonna run out, and I'll end up paying a lot of money...