You wouldn’t know it to look at my average size 7 foot. But it’s heavier than you think. At least when I’m driving…(yes, third time this year.)
History repeated itself today. Again. I was driving merrily along on my way to see my friend Kim, when I saw him on a side street…in a black and white car. Panic hit my stomach as I couldn’t remember what the speed limit was, but I was pretty sure I was not obeying it. I quickly slowed down. But too late. He pulled out of the side street and into the lane right behind me. And yes, much to my chagrin he turned his lights and siren on. Ugh.
I pulled over at the next possible place and waited. This has become, sadly, so commonplace for me, that I quickly ran down my checklist before he got to my car. Roll down the window, grab my proof of insurance and registration, find my driver’s license. And then I realized! That was going to be my saving grace! I was new in town…hmmmmm….And always, always smile and freely admit your guilt.
He walked up to the window. He looked to be all of about 25 years old. Great. I grinned cheerfully as I gave him all of my information and let him see the address on my license. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “I’m assuming that I was speeding,” I said somewhat sheepishly. I assumed correctly. “Do you know what the speed limit here is?” he asked. “I get confused as to when it is 45 and when it is 55,” I answered, smiling slightly. “Oh, wait, that is on Parker Road, and this is Jordan Road…. (this was true, I forgot for a minute where I was)…I’m so sorry. I’m new to town and still figuring out all the different speed limits…(also true, but as Blake said later, ‘mom all you have to do is look at the signs.’) I would like to think that it was my sincere (really!!!!), apologetic face and winsome smile that made him only give me a warning, but truth is he probably just thought I was another idiot woman driver and felt a little sorry for me. Either way, I was thankful to drive on to Kim’s house with only a warning business card in my hand.
Okay, you know what would normally be next. I would make all kinds of analogies here, because this story is stock full of them. But I won’t. They are almost too obvious. I will just let this be another dorky Jana moment with the moral of the story being to pay better attention to the lead in my right foot…
