I have a lead foot.
Despite that, in the last six years, I have not gotten a single speeding ticket. (For those of you who are math whizzes, I did not get my license until I was 23...fun fact alert!)
Up until last weekend, I have been pulled over approximately three times for speeding. I always got off with a verbal warning.
I attributed this to my sexiness of course. Cute girls NEVER get tickets!
Well, last weekend when I was on my way to New Hampshire to see the Muppets with my bestie and her two girls, I got caught going 90 in a 55.
So that lead foot? Is more like an anvil on the gas peddle. Woops.
I knew I was caught as soon as I saw him.
Next thing I know, he is pulling out with his lights on. I briefly considered going on the lam and quickly taking the next exit (I have done this in the pass with smashing success but I don't think the universe would smile on me pulling that shit a second time).
So I pulled over, had my license and registration ready when he came over. He bent down and looked in my car as I gave him my most winningest smile and said, "hello, officer."
He took my license and registration and went back to his cruiser. Damn. That didn't go as I had expected. Not even a "do you know how fast you were going?" or "do you know what the speed limit is?" These questions typically lead to my magic bag of excuses.
After a very LONG wait in which I knew he was writing my ticket, he finally came back and handed me my ticket...which was written that I was going 70.
"That's the best I could do," he says, "slow down."
As happy I was to get my ticket reduced, I was still saddened.
Am I not cute anymore?
Is this what my looks have been reduced to? Not even getting a second look from a state trooper? I'm just a quota filler now!
Oh the horror.
I guess now I will actually have to slow down instead of relying on my good looks and charm.