What is involved in having a speedometer checked?
We got pulled over tonight. (No ticket and positive interaction.)
We're on our way home from a birthday party and Hubby has the cruise set at 65. (Speed limit is 60.) We were approaching a 55 and coming up behind a Sheriff's vehicle. We slow down (obviously since we are entering a slower zone) and the cop pulls over. We pass and he comes behind and lights us up.
Charlie: "Oh, no! We're going to get arrested."
Me: "Shut-up. No we are not. We're just being pulled over."
Bethany: "Are we all getting out?"
Me: "No one is getting out. Now hush. I am trying to find the insurance and stuff."
Me (to husband): "I took all the paperwork inside when I cleaned out the receipts from bill paying. Did the new insurance cards or receipt from the insurance make it back in?"
Husband: "I don't know. Close the box, here he comes. You can look again in a minute."
Officer: "I clocked you at 71 coming up behind me fast. License and registration."
Husband: "71? I had the cruise set at 65. By the way, I do have a sidearm."
Officer: "Do you have a license for that?"
Husband: "Yes, Sir."
Officer: "Ok. May I see your driver's license and registration?"
Husband: "Here is the license. Wife is looking for the registration."
Me: "I'm looking for the insurance and registration among the papers."
Charlie: "Hannah's out of her seatbelt."
Me: "Hannah get back in your seat."
Hannah (trying to climb up between the two front seats): "I have to doe potty and I firsty."
Me: "Well, you are going to have to wait. Charlie, buckle your sister back in, please."
Husband (to the Officer): "The truck stopped so she thinks it is time to get out."
Officer: "Where you headed?"
Husband: "Home. We have some goats to milk."
Me (mumbling through registration forms and receipts.): "Trailer, trailer, boat, van, what's this? Hannah get back in your seat! Bethany, quit licking the window. Charlie, help your sister. I know it's here somewhere."
By this point, the officer just walked away. (Or maybe he was calling for reinforcements?)
I finally find the registration, unbuckled my seatbelt, opened my door to buckle Hannah back in only to have Charlie say "Got it!"
Husband hangs his arm out the window with the registration and we sit and wait.
Bethany: "Why is the officer here?"
Husband: "Because Daddy was driving a bit fast, honey."
Hannah: "Why is da officer here?"
Husband: "Because Daddy was driving a bit fast."
Hannah: "Oh. Otay."
Officer returns. "Here's your license back. Just watch your speed and get your speedometer checked."
Husband: "Thank you."
Charlie: "Why did he stop us?"
Husband: "Because we were going a little fast and he wanted to make sure we were ok."
I'm not sure if he let us go because he felt sorry for us or what. An armed man with three children who can't stay in their seats and a disorganized wife. Hmmm. Maybe I should NOT give this man a ticket.
We got pulled over tonight. (No ticket and positive interaction.)
We're on our way home from a birthday party and Hubby has the cruise set at 65. (Speed limit is 60.) We were approaching a 55 and coming up behind a Sheriff's vehicle. We slow down (obviously since we are entering a slower zone) and the cop pulls over. We pass and he comes behind and lights us up.
Charlie: "Oh, no! We're going to get arrested."
Me: "Shut-up. No we are not. We're just being pulled over."
Bethany: "Are we all getting out?"
Me: "No one is getting out. Now hush. I am trying to find the insurance and stuff."
Me (to husband): "I took all the paperwork inside when I cleaned out the receipts from bill paying. Did the new insurance cards or receipt from the insurance make it back in?"
Husband: "I don't know. Close the box, here he comes. You can look again in a minute."
Officer: "I clocked you at 71 coming up behind me fast. License and registration."
Husband: "71? I had the cruise set at 65. By the way, I do have a sidearm."
Officer: "Do you have a license for that?"
Husband: "Yes, Sir."
Officer: "Ok. May I see your driver's license and registration?"
Husband: "Here is the license. Wife is looking for the registration."
Me: "I'm looking for the insurance and registration among the papers."
Charlie: "Hannah's out of her seatbelt."
Me: "Hannah get back in your seat."
Hannah (trying to climb up between the two front seats): "I have to doe potty and I firsty."
Me: "Well, you are going to have to wait. Charlie, buckle your sister back in, please."
Husband (to the Officer): "The truck stopped so she thinks it is time to get out."
Officer: "Where you headed?"
Husband: "Home. We have some goats to milk."
Me (mumbling through registration forms and receipts.): "Trailer, trailer, boat, van, what's this? Hannah get back in your seat! Bethany, quit licking the window. Charlie, help your sister. I know it's here somewhere."
By this point, the officer just walked away. (Or maybe he was calling for reinforcements?)
I finally find the registration, unbuckled my seatbelt, opened my door to buckle Hannah back in only to have Charlie say "Got it!"
Husband hangs his arm out the window with the registration and we sit and wait.
Bethany: "Why is the officer here?"
Husband: "Because Daddy was driving a bit fast, honey."
Hannah: "Why is da officer here?"
Husband: "Because Daddy was driving a bit fast."
Hannah: "Oh. Otay."
Officer returns. "Here's your license back. Just watch your speed and get your speedometer checked."
Husband: "Thank you."
Charlie: "Why did he stop us?"
Husband: "Because we were going a little fast and he wanted to make sure we were ok."
I'm not sure if he let us go because he felt sorry for us or what. An armed man with three children who can't stay in their seats and a disorganized wife. Hmmm. Maybe I should NOT give this man a ticket.


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