Driving home from baseball practice, not sure really where we are but just following our path home. Ryan and I talking about what our plans are for the week and the rest of this rainy day. That's when I see it unfolding...
"Crap, crap, crap" I say under my breath. I see the lights start flashing on the police car driving in the opposite direction. Ryan asks "What’s wrong?" and I said "Well, I am about to get a ticket." The police car has now swung around me and I have come to a stop.
As she approaches my car, I already have my license and insurance cards ready for her. She very politely asks me if I know what the speed limit and of course I had stopped directly in front of the sign. I smile politely and respond with "35" and point to the sign with a slight chuckle. As she looks about the car she comments, "You were doing 47 and does everyone have a seat belt on?" I respond with "of course, his dad is a police officer." She smiles and comments that she will be right back.
As we wait, I explain to Ryan that it is my fault and that it has been 16 years since I actually got a ticket. I smile and didn't want him to know that I was a little shaky... it is nerve wracking to get pulled over. As she walks back to my car, she hands me a piece of paper with my license and insurance card. With a smile on her face, she said “I just wrote you a warning, have a great day." I said the same thing to her. Thank you to the kind officer.