That’s what the police officer said as he did a double take, looking at me and the picture.
Was on my way to meet up with Q (not even her real initial) for a morning get together. Driving along in my work truck doing about mid 50's mph and didn’t see the sign noting a speed reduction to 40 mph. Clear bright day, little traffic.
Did see that flashing blue ski rack show up in my rear view mirror. “Nuts, I’m gonna be late.” Thinking quick where my registration was and reaching for my purse, while putting on turn signal and pulling over safely, braking carefully, (kinda tricky with heels on). Roll down window and hold out required items, other hand visible on steering wheel.
“I stopped you for speeding, You were clocked at 57 mph in a 40 mph zone.”
Looking at the picture and then at me, I see the mental disconnect happen and the quick look of confusion. “Is this your license?”
[ insert regular guy voice]
“Yeah it’s me, I’m on my way to a party”
Police officer response:
“Aw right, … you could have fooled me, I’ll be right back”
Heads to patrol car to do that “radio call in, check for wants or warrants, thing” that they always do. Comes back in a few minutes, hands me license and registration, along with written warning. Admonishes me about driving fast and says “Have a nice day”
“I’ll sure try to” is my answer. ( BTW I did)
Now I have to “make up time” by driving carefully and within the limit, at least until I get out of that town. Then I “floored it” and was on time.
No “melting makeup” or sick, sinking feeling. Just a normal traffic stop and I’m on the receiving end. Been there done that.
Another CD check off thing to add to my “to do list”