Well, I suppose it had to happen sometime, but it shouldn’t have happened today. I’m driving along, well, let’s start at the beginning. Two or three times a week I go into the city to have lunch with my darling hubby, and as I had an errand to run this was one of those days.
So I’m driving along, singing a song, minding my business when I see a motorcycle cop (going in the other direction) on the other side of the road flashing his lights. I’d just turned onto this main road and so I wondered why he was doing that. He drives past me, it’s a four lane road with a central turning lane, and a bit further down he turns into the right hand lane on my side of the road. I’m in the fast lane (what’s new ). His lights are still flashing and I’m thinking now that’s just not right! He shouldn’t be driving like that.
The stop lights turn amber (with a cop behind me I don’t take any chances) so I stop at the light. He pulls into the lane directly behind me, still flashing his lights. I’m thinking, what-is-he-doing! The stop-lights change and I take off. It was then I heard the siren. I’m like what??? So I pull over and roll down the window. At this time I see a patrol car parked across from me on the other side of the road. He’s looking at me funny too. And then he in his patrol-car joins the motorcycle cop behind me. It was then I started to panic.
My stomach fell to my feet and all sorts of terrible scenarios raced through my mind. With my heart pumping a thousand gallons of blood a minute I felt sick and light-headed. Something is wrong with hubby!!! They are going to tell me something awful has happened. It was a terrible feeling. In twenty-odd years in law enforcement, including three undercover, I’ve never worried about him getting hurt on the job. He’s exceedingly wise, and for a short guy pretty strong.
So, (to my family members, remember Super-cop at this point) the motorcycle cop gets off the bike behind me and comes walking up to my window, stops and goes back to his bike, gets a pad, and returns to my window. Remember I am sick with worry.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
To which he replied, “Speeding!”
“But I thought this was 45?”
“It is,” he said.
“But I was doing 45,” says I.
“Oh, it must have been the Constable’s truck beside you then?”
“I don’t know, but I was doing 45.”
“Okay.” says he turning to walk away.
Now, my friends can tell you, I love to drive fast, but on this occasion I was doing the proper speed limit. If I had been speeding I’d have pulled over immediately, but I drove for about four blocks with super-cop and his flashing lights tailing behind me. And even then he had to turn on his siren!
The really funny thing is I was thinking to myself, I need to tell hubby (Police Commander) there’s a motorbike-cop out there driving around with his lights on for no good reason at all. As we would say in Scotland, what am I like! LOL. See Patti, Excitable and Exasperating. :-)