My new fancy car does not like to go slow. Seriously. It likes to go about 45 mph, and I have to really keep my eye on the speedometer to keep it in the 30-35 range in town.
Yesterday Sydney threw up at church, so I hurried and handed all my Primary stuff off to others and we loaded up the car and headed home. I was feeling a little tense and I kept thinking "I need to get home, I need to get home..." I did not want her to throw up in my fancy new car!
Sure enough, I came around a bend and noticed two things: flashing police lights, and the speedometer needle pointing to 45 mph. Yikes! I knew I was busted.
I pulled over and waited for the policeman - those flashing lights parked right behind my car was sooooooo humiliating! None of the kids were crying, and everyone was buckled nicely into car seats or seat belts. I also had my purse with me. Three plusses for me. It is a small miracle that I had my purse, as I usually head to church without it.
I think our Oregon plates and my Florida drivers license worried the police man, because he also asked if we were military. I pulled out our insurance and registration info and found that my insurance card expired a month ago (I don't think they have sent me replacement cards yet - I am going to check right now.)
While he checked my information the kids were asking all kinds of questions - When is he going to put the handcuffs on you? and What will we do if he arrests you? and How many tickets can you get before they take your drivers license away? and Why were you driving too fast? and What was the speed limit there?...
The nice policeman gave me a Courtesy Warning ticket. Whew! Just a warning. I think my sick child story helped. I am supposed to slow down and drive safely. All the way home Sydney kept her eye on the speedometer and let me know how I was doing.