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Back in August, I got stopped for speeding on my way home from a housefilk on the other side of town. Cop was a jerk (I didn't mind the ticket as much as I minded that he was being a jackass about it) but I was polite, at least until I'd closed the window so he couldn't hear me.
Last night, on my way back from dropping![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweetmusic_27 in Dayton so that she could go visit her family, I made it to within about five miles of home (in the pouring rain and mist and general road-disappearing nastiness) and got stopped again. This time, I was on the county road that's the "back way" to get from the interstate to my house, and I know perfectly well that there's a long stretch that got changed from 55 to 40 and they watch it religiously. I'd been really good, and had in fact been going just exactly the speed limit because an idiot behind me was riding my bumper with his brights on and I was being Ms. Passive Aggressive and refusing to speed up. He turned off (finally), and I think I was so relieved to be able to see again that I sped up... a lot. I then realized what I'd done, slowed back down, and about 30 second later got hit w/ the Blinky Blue Lights of Doom.
Oops and damn.
Had my license waiting for the very polite young officer when he came to the door, then fished around in the glove compartment and found the registration. He asked if I knew why he'd stopped me, and I told him the truth. "Yes... I was speeding. I'd actually just realized it and slowed down before I saw you." I also mentioned the guy who'd been tailgating me with his brights on, and commented that I'd sped up unintentionally out of sheer relief at being able to see through the rain again after the jerk turned off and wasn't blinding me any more.
The polite young officer asked if there were any problems with my license or registration (suspensions or anything like that) and I said "No" and he went away to do all the checks that they do when they go radio things back in.
I sat there, swearing at myself and trying to figure out whereintheheck I was going to come up w/ money to pay a speeding ticket right now, and then he came back... with just a warning.
Whew!
Apparently sometimes it really does work to just be honest and look contrite.
Last night, on my way back from dropping
sweetmusic_27 in Dayton so that she could go visit her family, I made it to within about five miles of home (in the pouring rain and mist and general road-disappearing nastiness) and got stopped again. This time, I was on the county road that's the "back way" to get from the interstate to my house, and I know perfectly well that there's a long stretch that got changed from 55 to 40 and they watch it religiously. I'd been really good, and had in fact been going just exactly the speed limit because an idiot behind me was riding my bumper with his brights on and I was being Ms. Passive Aggressive and refusing to speed up. He turned off (finally), and I think I was so relieved to be able to see again that I sped up... a lot. I then realized what I'd done, slowed back down, and about 30 second later got hit w/ the Blinky Blue Lights of Doom.Oops and damn.
Had my license waiting for the very polite young officer when he came to the door, then fished around in the glove compartment and found the registration. He asked if I knew why he'd stopped me, and I told him the truth. "Yes... I was speeding. I'd actually just realized it and slowed down before I saw you." I also mentioned the guy who'd been tailgating me with his brights on, and commented that I'd sped up unintentionally out of sheer relief at being able to see through the rain again after the jerk turned off and wasn't blinding me any more.
The polite young officer asked if there were any problems with my license or registration (suspensions or anything like that) and I said "No" and he went away to do all the checks that they do when they go radio things back in.
I sat there, swearing at myself and trying to figure out whereintheheck I was going to come up w/ money to pay a speeding ticket right now, and then he came back... with just a warning.
Whew!
Apparently sometimes it really does work to just be honest and look contrite.
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