Cops on Cops on Cops

Vroom, Vroom, sometimes I think my Cruz is a car that should compete in NASCAR. I am rather convinced with me as a driver we could do really well. What does my 2008 high school year book know anyways, pssshhh worst driver, I think not! Anyways, I was driving Motley the Cruz to work at the bright ol' butt crack of dawn hour, 4 a.m. and saw some lights that were bright colors, you know red and blue, gaining on me. Great. It wouldn't be a complete 7 on work week if I didn't get pulled over at least once. The officer came up to my window. Yes, this time I figured I should not try for a getaway although that would make for a good story I do value life out of prison, needless to say he collected my information. He then decides to shine his flash light first in my eyes then on my ID and repeated, Cortney Black... Cortney Black... hmmmm Cortney Black. I was thinking, "Yes that is my name. *Eye roll* It's way too early for all this." He proceeds with ma'am I will be right back. Without a choice I sat in my car contemplating how I was going to tell my ever so loving, but no longer understanding husband that I got yet another ticket. Maybe I would try making him treats followed by a romantic evening. In an attempt of seductively I would whisper, "O baby I got another ticket but dayyyyyummm you look sexy in that banana-hammock..." Ha yeah, pretty confident I would have that one in the bag and I would get away with at least this ticket, but for future I would try not to speed as much as this trick up my sleeve wouldn't work continuously. Next thing you know officer poe-poe was strutting back up to Motley and before I spill the beans on what happened next let me give you a refresher.

*Flashback*

I was sick as a dog during my pregnancy and not just for a couple weeks. I was sick the whoooooole time. Fun right?? Anyways, I got pulled over, go figure, when I was probably around 6 months or so along and this is close to how that conversation went provided my memory doesn't fail me...

Officer: License and registration please... Do you know why I pulled you over?

Me: Either because I'm speeding or because I am driving during rush hour in the toll (car-pool) lane and you think I am alone in the vehicle.

Officer: *looks around* Ma'am you are alone in the vehicle.

Me: Actually no, I am pregnant and I dare you to tell me that don’t count because every time I pull over to throw up on the side of the road I rather not be hit by oncoming traffic.

Officer: Have a nice day, Cortney! *hands back my license*

Me: *Drive away like a boss, in the car-pool lane.*

With that conversation in mind, back to the strutting cop whom is now standing at my car window. He looked at me in silence long enough to make it awkward before he was like... "Are you, are you, this is going to be really awkward if you aren't, but do you... by chance... have a baby? I turn around looking into my back seat like, "as if the car seat doesn't give it away, dumbassssss" and nodded. He then asked if I was the one he pulled over months ago and he busted out the line I gave him about being pregnant in the car-pool lane. OOOOhhhh hell did I laugh. He proceeded to say how the guys at his station joked and laughed about it for weeks as it was one of the best “get out of a ticket” lines they’d heard. That's right people I played nice with a cop and the best part of it all... AGAIN, NO TICKET! Guess I won’t get the privilege to see my husband in a banana-hammock after all.

Lesson of the story… Hey, don’t worry so much about car-pooling… or... speeding for that matter! :D

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