March 18, 2006

There's No Place Like Home

I hereby decree the Little Blue Cracker House my safe zone. Seriously, lately almost every time I venture out I get into trouble.

Today was no exception.

I needed to run into town this morning. Go to the bank, buy some pantyhose that actually fit (can't go to the interview Monday walkin' like a duck!) and pick up a couple things at the grocery store.

So off I go, me and Maggie May just a toolin' along. It's a bright and shiny day here in Northern Illinois so I had the window down and the tunes cranked up.

I get to a major intersection and see an Illinois State Trooper. No problem. I'm wearin' my seat belt and everything is tagged. I came to a complete stop, waited my turn and proceeded through the intersection.

I see him pull into traffic behind me. Hmmmm. No big deal. I've got the cruise set on 58 so I'm in good shape.

I see him pass the car 3 spots behind me.

I see him pass the next car.

He passes the car right behind me.


He starts tailing me. Gotta tell you - I was a bit confused. I *knew* I wasn't doing anything wrong.

All of a sudden the lights come on.

Son of a bitch.

I pull over. About that time I remember all of the paperwork for the car (including my insurance card) is at home in a folder on my desk.

Son of a BITCH.

So he comes to the window - very nice and polite. Introduces himself and explains why he pulled me over.

I have my front 2 windows tinted. Seems that's against the law here in Illinois.

Whoda thunk.

Soooo - I explain I'm a recent transplant (go with me on this) and hand over my Florida (don't say one word! I know, I know.) drivers license. He gives me a warning and sends me on my way.

I was lucky. Last time I got pulled over for some silly little thing there was a snafu in some records and I ended up arrested. Yeah, that wasn't so much fun, let me tell you.

So - I have decided I am not leaving the house again unless I really, really have to.

Seriously, Dorothy had it right. There IS no place like home.

Posted by Tammi at March 18, 2006 02:22 PM

whew! so... did you already have your illinois license and just chose to show him the other so you could support that recent transplant vibe? or are you like me (i still haven't switched to Florida tags on my car, and my Texas tags expired 11/2004)?

but whoda thunk? tinted windows?

Posted by: sarahk at March 18, 2006 02:30 PM

Okay. That's it, you need supervision. Any locals that are reading this, I'm lookin' for volunteers to cover any hours Tammi spends outside of the little blue cracker house. Sheesh! ;-)

Posted by: Cuz at March 18, 2006 03:13 PM

You must have charmed the cop. I'd have ended up with a ticket and an impounded car.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at March 18, 2006 06:16 PM

You "had the window down" and he pulled you over for tinted windows. I think he just wanted to find out your name and where you lived. ;)

Posted by: Sticks at March 19, 2006 01:55 PM


There's a reason they both start with the letter "T."

Posted by: Ogre at March 20, 2006 06:49 AM