As you all know, I have a slight issue with being pulled over. By this I have two meanings:
1.) I have a hysterical nervous breakdown every time I am pulled over complete with flashbacks and a full on panic attack. I do not handle it well.
2.) I seem to be pulled over a lot. Like, a lot. Like there's a memo circulated with my car's picture on it or something a lot.
This would be the 5th time I've been pulled over since Matt. The previous four times were all for speeding, in mostly moderate amounts over the speedlimit. (Why pull someone over for going 71 in a 65?)
I was in downtown Eugene, just leaving a tea house where I was hoping to meet up with a classmate to go shopping for something for the two people who wrote academic references- the people who have no real personal relationship with me and me calling them after 10 years was probably bizarre and overwhelming, if they could even remember who I was.
I bought the fancy, expensive loose leaf tea, had it packaged pretty and wandered back to my car. I had gotten lost on the way there, and had circled around the block three times before calling a friend for help. All those stupid weird one way streets everywhere and illegible street signs. ARGH!
So I get in the car, drive randomly because I think I can find my way back without the GPS since the battery is almost dead and this is practically not an option anyway.
So I go up a few blocks, turn right.
AM GREETED WITH HEADLIGHTS, OMGWTFBBQ??!!!!
Back up rapidly.
Drive over curb.
Freaking curb!!!!!!!!
Look up.
Stare at cop watching me.
Look around for signs.
Apparently it's another stupid one way street.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Watch cop watching me as the signal goes around again. I go straight this time. But it's a dead end. I pull into a parking lot.
LIGHTS AND BEEPS, TYVM.
And you know what happened? The cop comes up to my window and you know what happened? (Besides me chucking the phone on the floor hastily before the guy saw that too.)
Nothing. I talked to him, explained what I was doing and what happened, he laughed along with me, I dug through my wallet for ID and insurance, and informed me my inability to produce my current insurance card (I had about 7 or 8 expired ones) would ordinarily result in them IMPOUNDING MY CAR, or at least not letting me leave the location- but after walking back and forth and back and forth (radioing in my license and checking my background) he said I could go with a warning.
My friend turned out to be on the phone the whole time listening and was like, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU when I finally got it up off the floor where I chucked it. I had started to get panty/the pre-panic attack hyperventilation but I think I controlled it to the point where it wasn't too noticeable. The guy did say he thought I was drunk at first, but I guess I convinced him without a breathalyzer. (Then I'm sure I would not have made it. ) But I made it! I did it! Look at me gettin' pulled over like a normal person!
Now if only I could stop getting pulled over...
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