I don’t know if you can tell by my writing but I get embarrassed a lot because I make a lot of silly mistakes that I think most people make a whole lot less of. You would think I’d never be embarrassed then because of how often I have embarrassing moments but ha ha, my insecure personality prohibits that.
Anyways, this is the story about my first experience being pulled over by a cop (and it wasn’t too long ago)
It started with a game night with a couple of my best friends. We had just finished playing poker — rather badly might I add. (We weren’t gambling or anything. This was sort of pretend poker) After the game, we played teen charades — which was interesting and very humiliating if you happen to get a card that says: skunk — like I did. After both these games, we all were a little hungry. Someone said something about Chick-fil-a and once the idea was in all of our heads everyone wanted to go. I wasn’t sure about this even though I wanted to go because neither I nor two of my siblings that were with me, my brother and sister had a car as a means of getting to Chick-fil-a at the time.
Two of my friends offered to drive all three of us but my parents are very particular about other teens driving I and my siblings so I wasn’t sure about that. I have a father that loves me — a lot. And with this love comes a whole lot of paranoia for my own personal safety. Being driven around by other teens has always been a big no no. My friends persisted though so I turned to my brother and asked him to call our dad and ask him. I made sure he put lots of emphasis on the fact that my friend had never been pulled over and never wrecked before and surprisingly, that worked! My brother got off the phone and said that it was fine as long as we make it back by 10:00.
We got to Chick-fil-a safely and I was beaming, thinking over how much more I could do if my parents were cool more with me being driven places by my friends. My friends, siblings and I talked, laughed and ate together. One of them was making good fun reminding me of the time he had to show me how to use my card. (that’s a story I should also tell someday)
The friend that drove my siblings and I wanted to show my parents that she was responsible so as soon as the clock hit 9:30 she insisted she drive us back home. I took the shotgun with her. She has one of those cars that you have to recline the seat with to get into the back, so after my siblings were in the back, I tried to adjust it back properly, but simple tasks sometimes allude me and the seat would not fix to where I was comfortable. It was way too low. My friend offered to help but I told her I had it. (I didn’t) After I finally gave up and acted like I was comfortable, although — I wasn’t, she started driving.
We were near-by my house when my friend was telling my siblings and I about the first time she went out to drive with her father in her new car. She said that it was horrifying because one of the first things he told her to do was floor her car. She said she refused thinking that he was joking but then he looked at her seriously and told her that he wanted her to feel how powerful her car was. So she did it. After telling the story she looked to me slyly in the passenger seat and asked, “Do you want me to floor it?”
I immediately shook my head and laughed. So did she and she kept driving, but no joke, ten seconds later, a police car signaled behind us. They couldn’t possibly be wanting us to pull over, I thought. She was only going twenty miles per hour! But they did and my friend pulled over nervously. We were all so scared, my goodness we acted like the police officer could see into our souls. I had never been pulled over and I asked my friend who was driving if she had and she shook her head.
I’m bad luck to my friend! Of all the times for this to happen!
The cop asked for her license and insurance. He was very stern about it but my friend was very polite and calm. He shone his light in the car at my siblings and I and I wondered, do you look at the cop when he does this or do you keep your eyes down? I did a mixture of both which probably looked crazed. I was super embarrassed about my pulled down seat at this moment. It looked like I had been sleeping or something! I had to lean forward from my silly seat awkwardly to look at him!
When he went to verify the insurance my friend gave to him, I tried to fix my seat but then it looked like I was head banging in the car and although it made everyone laugh, they quickly told me to stop. I had to practically lay down the entire time! The officer took a long time with my friend’s insurance and I felt a little upset because I wanted to get back to my neighborhood to say bye to my two other friends properly before they left but oh well. My sister was curious about the stern police man and started asking funny questions like what he does to chill at home and does he have a police wife and children, but we quickly giggled and told her to stop just in case he could arrest us for talking about him — even though, I don’t think he would’ve ha ha.
When the police man came back he told my friend that her external headlights weren’t on and we found out that they were broken. The police man told her to make sure she got it fixed and then let us go with a warning. The rest of the way home we were sighing with relief and laughing at how silly we all were the whole time. Checking the time, we realized we were home late and wondered how we’d explain that our friend got pulled over for the first time with us in the car. My friend came with us to the front door and my brother said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”
He barged open the front door and said to my parents, “Oh my gosh, we were pulled over by the police!!”
At that moment, my sister and I looked at each other with a laugh and said “Oh yea, he handled it.”
That was my first and best time being pulled over by the police. 😀