Well, if anyone has read my previous thread, you'll be up to speed on the fact that I have not been mentally all there lately and my mind has been other places. I was driving down my street today and I saw the cop that always sits there at the bottom of the hill. I was just about to decent the hill, and I left my car in neutral and rolled down the hill. I passed the cop like I always do, except he pulled out of his spot and begin to turn his lights on; I immediately came to a stop thinking he must have clocked me at slightly above the limit. He gets to my car and scowls at me that I "need to turn around and come to the top of the hill because you were doing 55! The speed limits 25! Turn around Now!" Then he proceeds to scold me saying that he sees me everyday and I know better. He then asks if "I'm okay." And I respond that "there is no valid excuse for my apparent speed." Just then my Dad drives by and he stops. My lucky day. The cop then started to be nicer when he realized I was upset about other stuff. He then told me to not only sign that I received the ticket, but he also told me to plead guilty. Here's where (I think) it gets interesting. I read what he told me to sign; it pretty much absolves him from showing up to court. I would want him there; right? I mean he told me, all he would say in court is that I was a nice kid who apparently had a lapse in judgement. THat would help me if he was there; right?
I feel like crud; not to mention the fact that look of disappointment on my parents faces. Who knows, maybe I'll get struck by lightening today.
I feel like crud; not to mention the fact that look of disappointment on my parents faces. Who knows, maybe I'll get struck by lightening today.