After taking my darling son to violin class this morning, we decided to make a quick pit stop to our neighborhood video store. I have actually never rented a video from this particular location, so imagine my surprise when, as I was leaving, I ended up making a wrong turn out of the parking lot.
And was immediately struck by the beautiful bright red and blue flashing lights behind me.
That happened to belong to a city officer in a black, unmarked police car.
To which my six year-old stated: "MOM! I hope he doesn't have handcuffs!" Thank you, son, for those reassuring and calming words.
Now, before you judge me for making a left turn where it clearly said "NO LEFT TURN" please understand something.
I have never gone to this location. And there were two directions you could turn. Only one was for the people pulling in. I misunderstood, and I used it for pulling out.
And it's turning out to be a costly mistake.
I immediately admitted my wrong to the friendly (NOT SO MUCH) police officer and explained that I knew the moment I did it that I shouldn't have. I got flustered and confused and instead of turning around and going out a different exit, I made a snap decision.
As my lovely son has continued to remind me, "Mom. You broke the law."
Need I continue to tell you how the rest of the day has been for me?
Not only that, but apparently in our state they take your license as bond (thankfully I had a motor club card that Officer Friendly took in its place) and I have to either appear in court or go to traffic school to not have it go on my driving record. Both of these options basically double the fee I would have to pay.
All I can hope for now is that I don't make any more mistakes of this nature.
Of course I worry about my otherwise immaculate driving record (don't laugh, sis, I know you're reading. It's been quite a few years since my last violation).
More importantly, I'd rather not be caught sitting in the middle of a major intersection with those bright lights flashing in my rearview mirror while my child wonders whether or not I'll be hauled off to jail.
And today, though I am head over heels crazy about my husband, I kinda wish he chose criminal justice instead of education.
I'm just sayin'. It would be nice to have connections.