I must admit I have had my shares of run-ins with the law. Nothing too serious of course, but back in my young wild days it seemed like I was getting pulled over by the cops all the time. Thankfully I am able to cry on command and usually that worked wonders with getting me out many-a-speeding ticket. However one day my luck ran out when my best friend was driving me home from college. She pulled over to a rest stop and said, “Would you mind driving? I can’t afford to get any more tickets... if I get one more I will lose my license”.
So knowing what good fortune I have I took over for her and of course within 10 minutes was promptly pulled over by a state trooper. I had just gotten the tears flowing, when all of a sudden who should appear but a female cop! She wasn’t having any of it; I quickly brushed the teardrops away as she wrote me a hefty ticket. I’m sure she’d played my little game herself when she was my age.
One time when I was I living in Philadelphia I got pulled over for running a red light. The cop that pulled me over was either bored or on an ego trip because he was grilling me like I was on the witness stand. “Where do you work?” “Do your parents know you have their car?” “What was your major in college?”
I wish I were joking.
Then all of a sudden he saw it...the firefighting sticker on the back of my station wagon.
“So, who’s the firefighter?” he asked.
I told him it was my dad so he immediately asked for my parent’s phone number in Vermont to confirm this top secret information. (Something tells me that this is not standard procedure). My mother answered the phone and without even introducing himself he just said, “Is your husband a firefighter?” As she began to answer him he proceeded to hang up the phone. “You didn’t tell me he was retired!” he barked.
“Uh, you never asked”.
Then out of the blue he says to me, “Well, Miss, you’re in luck. Here in Philadelphia we honor our nation’s firefighters. You’re off the hook”.
Well, that was random. But hey, at least I know I have another weapon in my arsenal!
The strangest were the times I’d get pulled over when I was already pulled over (yes, this is possible). One night after church my friend and I were sitting in my car talking. We were parked by the side of a country road looking at the stars. All of a sudden we saw flashing lights as a cop pulled up behind us... and then another.... and then another!
“What in the world is going on?” I thought. We were just sitting there minding our own business. The first policeman approached my car and asked for my license and registration. He shined his flashlight all around my car and returned to his cruiser to do a full background check on me. After what seemed like an eternity he finished conferring with his fellow 5-0 and returned to my car.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?” I asked.
“What seems to be the problem? Do you see what that sign says right up there?” he said.
“Well, no sir, I don’t.”

It was pitch black out.
“Well, let me help you out. It says ‘Worcester County Prison’...miss, were you aware that you are parked just outside the gates of a high security correctional facility?”
Apparently there was some sort of possible prison break and we just happened to be sitting in the perfect location for a get-away car.

Who knew? :)