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Friday, December 12, 2008

Geeky Tai-Tai's Great Road Trip Oh-Eight, La Deuxième Partie

After breakfast with Laci_Loo and Sodapoplv at Lynn's Paradise Cafe in Louisville, we took off for Carlinville on I-64.  There is hardly ever any traffic on that interstate, and very few gas stations.  We were getting close to 1/4 tank of gas and rather than risk running empty, I decided to stop at a little gas station that looked like it was right out of Mayberry, NC.  There was only one pump with one type of gasoline.  (Later I would realize that it was not the good kind!)

Shortly after I filled up, I got back on the highway and was getting ready to set the cruise-control to 79 mph when I noticed a vehicle pull up right next to me, then I saw the flashing lights.  I turned to see an Indiana State Trooper motioning for me to follow him, and then he pulled over a truck that was ahead of me.  OOPS!

Once to the side of the road behind the trooper's car (it should be noted here that this was one HOT-looking Indiana State Trooper) the Hot State Trooper walked back and asked, "Where are you from?"

Me:  "Uh, uh, I'm from Alpharetta, Georgia."

Hot State Trooper:  "Where are you headed?"

Me:  "Uh-uh, C-C-Carlinville, Illinois."

Hot State Trooper:  "Why are you going there?"

Me:  "I-I-I've got family there."

Hot State Trooper:  "OK, I need your drivers license and registration please."

"Oh, yes sir, just a moment."  All the while I'm smiling like a doofus I lean over to attempt to open the glove compartment.  My front seat was full of plastic bags (to pick up puppy poo), my handbag (that is literally a black hole), and a cooler with water for us sitting on the floorboard.  I could see that Hot State Trooper was checking out my very well-behaved boys buckled up safely in their little car seats.  

I finally got the glove compartment open to discover that it was full of all of the "new car" books, but I couldn't find the registration.  I pulled everything out and rummaged through the mess in a nervous frenzy.  I finally found the little piece of paper that was the registration.  I went through "The Black Hole" and managed to get my license.  I handed them to him (still smiling like an idiot).

Hot State Trooper then said, "Now, Miss, I want you to very carefully pull ahead of the truck so that people can see the lights on my car."

I did as instructed, then proceeded to Twitter about being pulled over, and took a picture for my Twittering friends.


When he came back, Hot State Trooper said, "You were going 81 mph, 11 mph above the speed limit. The registration that you gave me was expired. I checked it and saw that it was renewed and good until September of 2009.  The truck in front of you was going even faster. I'm just going to give you a warning, but I want you to slow down when driving through our state." 

I was nodding, still smiling like a doofus, "Yes sir, yes sir, thank you very much!"  I watched him walk back to the speeding-truck-dude in my rear-view mirror, then slowly drove off to continue our journey to Carlinville without further incident.  WHEW!


GingerSnaps said...

hehehe...and you didn't even have to shed a tear! You lucky devil you! ;)

metalmom said...

You had on a low-cut blouse didn't you?

Geeky Tai-Tai said...

Ginger... I did get lucky this time, especially since he was so damn HOT!

MetalMom... You know, come to think of it, I did have on this hoodie sweatshirt which slightly unzipped, has a lovely décolleté;-)

Poppy said...

Pretty Lady got Lucky, hehehehe.

Oh, Ginger already said that? Damn. ;)

Geeky Tai-Tai said...

Poppy Ah, indeed, although it never hurts to be reminded. Right? ;-)

Sheila (Charm School Reject) said...

Why do I always get pulled over by the douchebags? ::sigh::

Geeky Tai-Tai said...

Sheila Bad timing? ;-)