The third thing finally happened. I’d expected it Monday. When it didn’t happen, I figured Thursday. But no, it finally hit today. At 7:05 am.
I was pulled over by the police.
Back in early November, when I was headed to an event at the Computer History Museum, I stopped off at the local Seven Eleven to get some cash. When I pulled in front of the window, I noticed one of my headlights was out.
I decided to tempt fate.
I had two thousand miles to go before my 50k mile checkup, so I was trying to hold out as long as possible so I could have them both done at the same time. I made it to ~49,300 miles before I was rear ended last weekend. I decided that this was the signal to get the headlight fixed.
On Monday, I called and made an appointment for Friday morning. I figured I would be stopped Monday night on the way home. I wasn’t.
The rest of the week went by and I was sure that it would happen on Thursday. Nope. Nada.
This morning, the alarm went off at 6:30 am. At 7, Double D met me at the car dealership. He had to be at the airport by 7:30, and I figured that since he wouldn’t be around, I would drive his car for the day. But I didn’t want to drive his car on the highway, so we left his car at the dealer and I figured I would exchange cars after I dropped him off.
Pulled up to the second stop light and I saw a cop car in the lane to my left. I didn’t want to make the right on red since he was there, but there were no signs saying I couldn’t, and the intersection was open. I thought I was safe, but a block and a half down the road, I saw the lights in my rear view mirror.
I pulled out my license and registration before he got to my door. Just for kicks, I like to keep my registration and insurance card inside my card for Tommy’s Mexican Restaurant that shows which tequilas I’ve tried so far on my way to getting my Tequila Master’s Degree. I do like to taunt fate.
The police officer was pleasant and immediately told me my headlight was out. I tried to explain the irony of the situation, but I’m sure he hears that all the time. He wrote me a citation and now I have to have another police officer sign off on it when I get it fixed. I think I’ll go this afternoon after I pick up my car. I figure a twelve hour turn around is pretty good.
Luckily, Double D was willing to laugh with me about the situation. We were really pressed for time to get him to the airport and this took a good fifteen minutes. I told him I was just making up for the day he got me to the airport five minutes late and I had to spend the day in Phoenix. And lucky for me, Double D was pulled over by the cops yesterday. He had an expired registration tag because he’d forgotten to put the new one on. So I shouldn’t be stopped for that today.
Double D called while I was getting my car checked in. Seems he made his flight after all.