It has been a few years since I was almost dragged off to the city jail. For real! Imagine, all I was trying to do was set up for our annual charity event for the girls school, and this not so desperate housewife ends up spending a fun filled hour with the local police.
It’s that time of year again, and since I think I am suffering from a little post traumatic stress disorder and I’m too crazy busy to come up with anything original today I thought I would re-post this oh so fun event.
Picture this: My SUV stuffed to the brim with silent auction items, minding my own business, singing along to the radio and then this happens….
Damn. Lost an earring. Got water on my new blouse.Damn hair dryer is not drying. I’m running late. Now I don’t have time to stop and grab that Chi Tea Latte and the coveted Ginger Molasses Cookie. Starbucks is the ONLY place in the world where you will ever hear a man ask……”Can I warm that cookie up for you?” Oh well, better for my butt if I skip the sweets today anyway.
Sitting at the stoplight singing away, as one does.
“If you loved me then you should have put a ring on it…oh oh oh oh …”
Touch up the lip gloss.
Gee. My hair actually looks good today, maybe I won’t throw that hair dryer out just yet.
Green and away we huh?
Bleep bleep bleeeep *flashing lights*
What on earth?
~I was not speeding
~I most certainly didn’t jump the light?
~OK, pulling over Mr Cop Man.
The officer approaches the car at a quick pace.
Ohhh …..Mrs. Cop Man. Sorry.
“License and Registration” She demands.
“Sure. Um…Is there a problem?” I query.
“Yes Mam, your license plate does not match the vehicle you are driving.” She is not impresed.
Huh??? And might I add a silent …What the Hell??
“I’ve only had this SUV for three weeks. My husband took care of all the paperwork, and you won’t believe this but I can’t find my ownership or proof of insurance.”
“Stay in the vehicle Mam.”
This is when she gets on her handheld radio and takes my ID back to her car.
I start to phone my Hubby to find out exactly why my plates don’t match my new car. At this point a second police cruiser comes screaming up. Then a third. Lights flashing. He blocks the street. This is not good. Apparently when you “steal” a car, you get a lot of attention.
Great. I’m going to be on “COPS”.
Hubby calls the owner of the car dealership.
Owner of the dealership calls me.
“Stephanie, we will get this straightened out, in the meantime “ He advises. “maybe be sweet and flirt with him a little?”
“Dude! The officer is a WOMAN!”
“Oh”..says owner man….”Is she wearing comfortable shoes?”
40 minutes and many many conversations later the officers decide to let this traumatized Mama with the shaking hands go free. It has become clear that I am NOT a thief, and that the dealership who sold us the car simply forgot to transfer the old plates to our new vehicle.
I have 24 hours to produce ownership of this vehicle and proof of insurance.
Done and done.
Today’s lesson. Always make sure your plates are properly transferred when you get a new car!
Apparently in the Suburbs car thieves can look like soccer moms.
Thank the powers that be that the nice officers believed my story that I am not a thief, just a blond having a really bad day.