I had an interesting morning today.
As some of you may be aware, I do not have a car or motor vehicle of any kind at the moment. I commute back and forth to work on a bicycle.
Well, this morning it happened. I got clipped by the rear view mirror of a pick up truck that refused to slow down. This tough ol' Lady tore that rear view mirror right off that truck with a kidney and no internal injuries. Now my encounter with the gravel emergency lane didn't go so well. I have a few bruises and a sore right shoulder.
Now most days, I have my bra on; like I did this morning. I went to the ER to get checked out and my shoulder is just having some ligament issues from the fall. I had no fears from the emergency personnel. As a matter of fact I actually thought some of them were rather attractive.
How ever, after I finished up in the ER. I was greeted by three of this towns finest men in blue and escorted out of the ER with my left hand cuffed to one of my belt loops. When I asked what was going on, they told me it was a Federal Warrant. On the ride to the police station, they said it was for forgery in some place I had never been and I politely stated to the officer driving me in to the station that it had to be some kind of mix up. He said he hoped so because of the day I was already having. The conversation was amazingly cordial.
Suddenly, my mouth went dry because I got worried about being publicly outed before I'm able to take my first heeled steps the way I hope to. This is what terrified me more than anything else. Here I was about to go to jail and I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. Against a pick up truck, I can hold my own. Not where I thought I was going.
Moments after I sat down at the station, about to be booked. The attractive officer, yes I actually thought he was cute, asked me what my last name was; so I told him without hesitation. Almost right away, he told me I was right and he gave me his sincerest apologies as he removed the cuffs.
Apparently, the guy that clipped me and I share the same real first and middle name.
I did get some satisfaction of justice. As the Officer was giving me a ride home, he called the guy that hit me and gave him a story about needing to sign some liability papers at the station so I couldn't bill his insurance with my bills. I could hear the guy agree to come into the station to get arrested.
So now I have two extra days off from work and wishing my shoulder felt better than it does, and I am not going to hear the end of this from my boss at work. He's always telling me to be careful when I ride. I can assure everyone that I am careful, it's the other people on the road that need to be a lot more careful.
Now I would like to reiterate to everyone I am fine, if a little banged up, and at home.
Does anyone else have any scary moments of fearing they were about to be outed and not be after all?