We were going to a medium size town.
There’s one spot where getting off the highway on to a city street, the speed limit drops dramatically in a short length of road.
I warn lil’Miss Speedy of this place everytime we go there.
I never got it out of my mouth when, lo and behold there’s blue lights in the rearview mirror.
Oops.
She pulls over into a church parking lot and the LE pulls in very close and pecks away on his laptop for a few minutes.
She’s digging in her bag for her DL.
LE pecks in the window and she lowers it.
Quoted, he says “Where’s the fire?”
She didn’t get it. She looked confused at me. I was acting suspiciously non-chalant, for, I don’t know what reason.
She made, I think, a brilliant retort. She said, “Wut!?”
He says, “Where’s the fire? Do you have an emergency, young lady?” (This pisses her off, her chin juts out, now I’m afraid)
At that, instant, and I mean exactly on the first syllable of emergency, her messy bun hairdo breaks the the hair tie and her hair basically explodes into the air around her head. (I was now shocked and scared!)
Without one beat the Lil’Wrekker says “Yes, officer I have a hair emergency, as you can tell, I’m headed to the salon”
His face was making these contortions that further alarmed me.
He went down. He was on one knee. (I was very alarmed again.)
I just knew his taser was in his bottom utility pocket. We were doomed. (I made the sign of a cross, and resigned myself to jail time)
But, no. Officer Silly-man was laughing. Laughing, wiping tears, and laughing more.
The Lil’Wrekker looked questioningly at me. I gave the “I don’t know” hands up gesture.
We just waited. It seemed like a long long time.
He finally gained control of himself, said “Slow down”
Went to his patrol car. I looked back as we pulled out, his head was down on his steering wheel.
I feel like we did a good deed.
Or, something.
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