Some things are better when NOT minty fresh....

I solemnly swear, I will NOT store minty "good clean feeling" chewing gum in my purse at the same time I have a stash of panty liners in said purse.

No matter what!

The Joyful Rush of a Verbal Warning

There's nothing like it, really. The sheer joy that comes after those nervous 10 minutes or so when one gets pulled over by the cops and is let go with a mere verbal warning.

Hubby and I had a weekend away and after picking up our daughter and the dog and going home and unpacking, I decided to trek to the grocery store. Alone. (Sheer joy in itself!)

I'm driving my normal route and as I pass by the little ice cream shop/burger joint, I realize there is a black and white in the parking lot.

Please don't. Please don't. Please don't.

He does. Lights flashing. I pull over. Nervous, even though I've done nothing 'wrong'. Is everyone this way?

An officer that looks about 12 approaches my vehicle. When did they start hiring cops younger than me anyway??

"License, registration and insurance card, please." I had my license out already; hand it to him and start fiddling through the glove box.

"I pulled you over for two reasons, ma'am." I look at him puzzled. "One for going too fast. Do you know what the speed limit is on this road?" Um, 40??? "You were going 54." Really???

"The other is for talking on your cell phone while driving."

"Huh? No, I wasn't. It was here in my lap."

"You weren't talking on your cell phone?"

"Absolutely not. Do you want to see my call history?" I say in my best Mom Voice. Not sure if I suprised him or ticked him off at this point. He ignores my offer and says, "Let me have your insurance and registration."

I comply and he goes back to his car. He comes back to inform me that my insurance card is expired, but he lets me off with just a verbal warning for the speeding. This time.

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. (I only said it once out loud)

Phew.

I was so happy, I didn't even mind that he called me ma'am!