So I'm driving to work today... I'm a social worker so I'm all over the place, but our main office is up the Garden State Parkway about ten miles from where I live.
So I was driving to work in the fast lane, stuck behind a school bus that was doing nowhere near the speed limit of 65. Children were standing in the back of the bus making faces at me. To my right, cars in the middle and slow lanes were shooting past. From behind me came an unmarked police cruiser, lights flashing.
I patiently waited for a break in the cars shooting past me, and then pulled into the middle lane to get out of his way. The cruiser pulled in behind me. I, again, waited for a break in traffic and pulled over. The cruiser pulled up right behind me.
After a few minutes, he the trooper got out of the car. He walked over to me and gave my car the twice-over. Walked all around it, checked every light (all of which worked), and then ambled up to the passenger window.
"I'm State Trooper Blablabla," he said to me. "The reason I pulled you over is because I clocked you doing about 110 past me."
I stifled a laugh. "Excuse me?" I replied. "Really. Well," I giggled. "Then, you know, you probably should have pulled over that school bus I was stuck behind... because that kind of speed can't possibly be safe for the children."
He proceeded to give my car the once over again, and then told me, "Yeah, these old Monte Carlos, they can definitely cruise up at that speed. You probably didn't even know you were going that fast."
"First of all," I shot back, "this isn't a Monte Carlo. And even if it was a Monte Carlo, they weren't exactly the best equipped cars. You might be able to get one of them up to 110... but I doubt it's going to like it very much."
He looked at me. "I don't hear you," he replied, turned and went back to his car.
About ten minutes later, he returned with a ticket. "I gave you a break," he told me, "and only wrote you up for doing 74 in a 65 zone. That's a two point violation." He explained to me how to pay it and when my court date is if I decide to fight it, and then got in his car and drove away.
Ah... yep.
The best part is that after I got to work, I looked at the ticket. Despite the fact that my registration and insurance properly identifies my car as a 1985 Pontiac Grand Prix, under "Make of Vehicle" on the ticket, he wrote:
"Monte Carlo SS"
Sigh. Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by idiots.
AJH
So I was driving to work in the fast lane, stuck behind a school bus that was doing nowhere near the speed limit of 65. Children were standing in the back of the bus making faces at me. To my right, cars in the middle and slow lanes were shooting past. From behind me came an unmarked police cruiser, lights flashing.
I patiently waited for a break in the cars shooting past me, and then pulled into the middle lane to get out of his way. The cruiser pulled in behind me. I, again, waited for a break in traffic and pulled over. The cruiser pulled up right behind me.
After a few minutes, he the trooper got out of the car. He walked over to me and gave my car the twice-over. Walked all around it, checked every light (all of which worked), and then ambled up to the passenger window.
"I'm State Trooper Blablabla," he said to me. "The reason I pulled you over is because I clocked you doing about 110 past me."
I stifled a laugh. "Excuse me?" I replied. "Really. Well," I giggled. "Then, you know, you probably should have pulled over that school bus I was stuck behind... because that kind of speed can't possibly be safe for the children."
He proceeded to give my car the once over again, and then told me, "Yeah, these old Monte Carlos, they can definitely cruise up at that speed. You probably didn't even know you were going that fast."
"First of all," I shot back, "this isn't a Monte Carlo. And even if it was a Monte Carlo, they weren't exactly the best equipped cars. You might be able to get one of them up to 110... but I doubt it's going to like it very much."
He looked at me. "I don't hear you," he replied, turned and went back to his car.
About ten minutes later, he returned with a ticket. "I gave you a break," he told me, "and only wrote you up for doing 74 in a 65 zone. That's a two point violation." He explained to me how to pay it and when my court date is if I decide to fight it, and then got in his car and drove away.
Ah... yep.
The best part is that after I got to work, I looked at the ticket. Despite the fact that my registration and insurance properly identifies my car as a 1985 Pontiac Grand Prix, under "Make of Vehicle" on the ticket, he wrote:
"Monte Carlo SS"
Sigh. Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by idiots.
AJH
