Monday, September 21, 2009

Pulling THAT card

I’m embarrassed.

I totally pulled single mom damsel in distress to sweet talk my way out of a warning or ticket with a member of the Holland Police Department on Saturday night. This is the second time I’ve been pulled over in the past 5 weeks. Oops.

The first time I got pulled over last month sparked my pledge to pay all my bills at once. I had been pulled over for neglecting to renew my registration and then, naturally, did not have current proof of insurance in my car either. I somehow skated out of a ticket for my failure to renew, and there is a part of me that thinks it might have had something to do with the fact that Aidan’s toys were strewn across the backseat and a handful of Fruity Cheerios had made their way to the floor. I’m sure the man had no problem believing that I was not pulled together enough to have remembered a timely payment for this yearly expense.

Then the latest incident: I was pulled over because I have a taillight out. I know this; I am a procrastinator and keep forgetting to change it. I pull the expected, “Oh, really?” He of course needs identification. Which I of course do not have. I am six blocks away from my house, where the purse I was using earlier today has my license nestled in the side pocket. I am fumbling through the pile of stuff on my front seat as he hovers next to my door. I finally turn, “Um, I guess I don’t have it on me.” And then I actually say to him, “So about getting this taillight taken care of…where should I go to do that? I don’t have a husband and I don’t know how to do it myself.”

I actually say that to Mr. HPD.

Eww. I am presently the poster child for why women are ridiculed for getting out of these types of situations. And I’ve clearly made myself look way more ditzy than necessary, as though I could be dense enough to not know where to purchase a taillight.

It likely helped my cause that Aidan was snuggled into a fleece Transformers blanket in the backseat, having passed out after enjoying a perfect evening of frisbee playin’ and digging in the sand with a stunning September sunset as our backdrop.

Whatever, it worked. I’m not proud of it, but we were laughing and he was telling me to have a great night by the time I carefully pulled back onto Van Raalte.

List of immediate things to do:

Keep license, proof of insurance and registration (All three! At the same time!) in my car, I will not get this lucky again.

Go to Autozone.

Hope that I do not have any male readers, I’ll never live this down.


  1. You are freaking me out. I got married in May and we moved. I don't have my new license yet, have no idea where my insurance cards are AND I don't have city stickers on my car. OH and my current license is broken into two pieces.

  2. I hope I'm not a bad luck charm when I come to visit you! :(

  3. Do you happen to remember the cops name? I'd like to let him know he totally got played! If you ever get pulled over by officer Serna you can probably get out of it playing the I know your daughter card!

  4. Darci, that is brilliant information! Haha. Thanks! I don't remember the cop's name but he was around our age. :)