So Louise and I got pulled over yesterday on our way home.
Well. Technically speaking, Louise didn't get pulled over. I did. Because I was the one, technically speaking, who was driving and who almost took out the cop who was driving in my blind spot when I changed lanes. Still technically speaking.
He pulled me over--as well he should have--but immediately in my head I went oh crap! Because the last time I got pulled over I couldn't find my registration or proof of insurance because my glove compartment is filled with stuff like coupons and stray pantyhose and so forth. You would have thought I'd have cleaned out the damn thing since that debacle with the law.
So, I couldn't find anything again and the officer, who'd just seen his life pass before his eyes, wasn't in the mood for good times with me. In the end he took my license, ran it, and decided to let me off with a stern lecture about checking blind spots. ESPECIALLY WHEN POLICE CARS ARE IN MY BLIND SPOT.
I was grateful. And now I plan to be more cautious. AND I also plan to clean out that glove compartment so that the next time I get pulled over, I'll be prepared. Like a girl scout, you know.