I was on my way to the salon this morning at 7:45 a.m. when I realized I forgot my camera at home (today was Emma's 1st haircut). So I turned around to run home and Kevin and the girls headed on to the salon in his car. (We were taking 2 cars).
Anyway, I turned down one of the streets in my neighborhood, came to a stop sign and stopped. Or so I thought.
And then I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror. Apparently one of Sylvania's finest had been waiting to ambush anyone who just happened to not stop properly at said stop sign.
That person was me. Allegedly. I say I stopped. The cop said I "tapped my breaks and rolled through." Whatev.
Cop: Why didn't you stop at the stop sign?
Me: As far as I know, I did stop.
Then he proceeds to tell me that he's given out 15 tickets in Lincoln Woods (my 'hood) this week. And I say something like "that doesn't surprise me, I see people run the sign by my house all the time." To which he says: "Yeah and you just did the same thing."
So, he takes my license and proceeds to sit in his car for a good 5 minutes. Why? Trying to scare me into thinking he's writing a ticket? Jerk.
He comes back to my car.
Cop: Where are your glasses? (I have a corrective lens restriction on my license).
Me: (Pointing to eyes). Contacts.
Cop: I was hoping you'd say that.
[What I wanted to say at this point was: "Yeah, I can't see the end of my nose without my contacts or glasses so I sure as HELL wouldn't be driving without them."] But I said nothing.
Cop: I'm giving you a warning. You don't have to go to court, but it goes into the computer so I'd recommend not doing this again.
Cop: You might want to tell your friends about this because I'm old and lazy and I don't like to get out of my car.
Oh, and then he proceeds to tell me this: "You should pay attention when you're driving. When you are in a hurry that's when accidents happen and I'm sure a plastic surgeon wouldn't be able to make you look as good as you do now."
So, that's how my Saturday started.
Damn. Damn. Damn.