I am too.
Where are you going? You just passed the mall!
I KNOW I just passed the mall!!
Well, where are you going!!!
Be quiet. I KNOW what I’m doing!!!!
UMPH! I mutter as I uselessly tap my breaks.
Looking in my rear view mirror, I see him pull out. He
drives behind me as I try to convince myself that he’s not following me;
knowing that he is. As I approach a turn lane, bright blue lights begin to
flash on his vehicle along with that dreaded sound, “WEEEOOO WEEEOOO.”
I remain in the turn lane with my gear now in “park.” I turn
on the hazard lights—why, I don’t know. He’s right behind me so no one will be
blowing their horn at me to tell me to move.
Now at my window, in a slight tough guy voice, he says, “Ma’am, do you know
how fast you were going?”
No. I was too busy yelling at my kid and I’m hungry.
His voice becomes normal as he says, “License and
“I hope I have it,” as I fumble around in the glove
compartment. I pass it to him and say, “Thank you.” What am I thanking him for?
He goes to his car.
Have you had a speeding ticket within five years, Ma’am?
“Noooo, I’ve never
had a speeding ticket”, I say in my “turn on the feminism” voice, hoping,
uselessly again, that somehow he can tear up the ticket that is already written,
knowing that he can’t.
As he explains the ticket and strongly advises me to go to
court and to take the online driving school course so that I won’t incur points,
I am still seething. But then I look up at his face again, for more than a
split second. He is boyishly handsome; young enough to be my son. And because
he has seen my license, he knows that I am old enough to be his mother.
It is the day before Mother’s Day. In a kind and sympathetic voice, he says, “Don’t let this
ruin your weekend, Ma’am. Drive safely."
I’m not going to say which of my three daughters (affectionately
named Girl #1, Girl #2, and Girl #3) caused me to get the speeding ticket, for
the witnessing of her mother being pulled over like a common criminal (in her
mind) is punishment enough. She is very upset and naively offers to pay the fine.
Actually, it is not her fault and I tell her.
It was my fault, honey; I was speeding and got caught. (Actually, I wasn’t until there was a
simultaneous surge of pressure on the gas pedal with the
surge of my blood pressure during our little exchange over our meal search.) I should’ve eaten before we left home
so that I wouldn’t have gotten irritable.
We go to the mall, eat, and have a peaceful shopping time.
This little life episode was a couple weeks ago. Today is
Memorial Day. As I was hanging our American Flag this morning, I thought of our
military—my father and stepfather being veterans. I also thought of a cousin who
lost his life in Vietnam. A vision of The
Uniform entered my mind along with its representation of protection and
service. And then I thought of the young police officer who risks his life daily. I
imagine he’s alive and well, so hopefully, he gets a chance to eat something
from the grill today, and gets occasional recognition and thanks for what he does.
thoughts? Traffic violation thoughts? Other thoughts?