Yah, I think freckles make me look all innocent or something because EVERY time I get pulled over I NEVER get a ticket. I got pulled over the other night in front of my house. I wasn’t wearing my seat belt…so I snuck it on real quick and then the cop says she pulled me over for a head light being out, then says I dont have my stickers on my van…

I saw my stickers stapled to my registration a few months ago and thought….Hmmm, maybe they’re extras, cuz I just figured RJ would have put them on. I told the cop that I was surprised I hadn’t gotten pulled over before for outdated stickers. Anyway, no ticket.

I have gotten pulled over before while not wearing my seatbelt, making an illegal u-turn with a motorcycle cop behind me, couldn’t find my registration or proof of insurance, and still…no ticket. My trick is if you just look through all the CRAP in your glove compartment FOREVER trying to find whatever it is they’re asking for, then they get annoyed and just leave…

I have a perfect driving record. The End.

UPDATE:

I do not have a perfect driving record anymore.

I was in California for a wedding recently and got pulled over for running a stop sign and speeding. He only wrote the ticket for running the stop sign, but that makes me mad. I wish he had only written it for speeding, cuz I so don’t remember running a stop sign. My freckles did not work on this man…then I cried. Unfortunately I forgot to cry while he was still there, or even beg him not to give me a ticket. Why did I not do those things???

It was so frustrating because I was just trying to get to my friend’s house. Every time I go to her house from the back way I get lost. I was so low on gas I decided to go back the way I came and get gas before looking for her house again, and THAT is when I met Mr. Cop. So after the cop wrote me a ticket and drove off, I went to the gas station to get gas, and while I was there, this guy was standing outside the convenient store door talking to me just low enough that I couldn’t actually understand him. After telling him I couldn’t hear him several times, I finally said, “Do you want me to know what you’re saying???? I CAN NOT HEAR YOU!” Course by then I was standing right next to him and he said….”Blah blah blah….something about me wanting a percocet.” And I was like, Ughhh! and went in to pay for the gas.  After pumping the gas I was sitting in my car texting my friend, who’s house I was supposed to already be at, and calling “the husband” to let him know my bad news, and EVERY time I looked out my window, there was Mr. Percocet with a sympathetic look on his face touching his heart and mouthing, “I love you, baby.” The third time I looked over and saw this, I had to laugh. I’m pretty sure he saw me get a ticket. It happened right across the street from the gas station he was trying to deal drugs from.

Anyway, now I have to do online traffic school so this stupid ticket won’t go on my record. Hmmm, I should have taken a picture with that drug dealer, or at very least gotten a picture of him mouthing, “I love you, baby.” That would have made this all better, I think.

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