We did NOT shoot the MOOSE!
That's what I started to scream at the officer with his head stuck in the window last night.
But, first things first, I will briefly tell you about police encounter #1 this week. We were just leaving church on Wednesday night. We were headed home, not driving too fast because we are having a noise issue with the motor, and it is unpleasant. Husband has replaced motor mounts, etc... Anyway, we soon saw lights flashing behind us, and my husband pulled over.
The officer was a bit gruff as he told us we have a low-beam headlight out. (As though we planned it in some fashion.) He then asked for my husband's license, and he asked if the address is correct. "Well, no," my honest hubby said. He had changed it online, but he had never printed out the corrected form to carry because at the time we were out of printer ink!
The officer was gone to run the info, and I was furious that this simple thing is probably going to cost us a lot of money. I would like to tell you I was very sweet to my husband about his oversight about the license...................................................................
Shortly, the officer returned and said he has another call coming in and was going to just let us go with a warning to fix the light. (which we did)
We were very, very thankful and felt as though we got a break. I was talking to Little Cousin when we were pulled over, and she texted me she was anxious to know what happened. (She was probably getting ready to bake me a cake with a hacksaw in it!)
Our son was home around 23 hours when he had to leave. He was in a hurry leaving, and he forgot something very important. He called around 10:30 p.m. while we were watching "Northwoods Law" reruns, stretched out on the couches. I had taken three benadryl that afternoon to get the swelling in my throat to go down. (I do that with allergies some times.)
He wanted us to meet him somewhere, and it was agreed we will meet over near the biggest factory in our region which is near a paper plant where he picks up paper to take out West.
We decided to leave before he called so we could take our time on the 30 minute trip over there to that part of the city. I did NOT want to go. (It makes me nervous to see my son driving that big truck.) I was very drowsy and tired from the Benadryl, too. But, the husband really wanted me to go.
So, we arrived over in that part of the city around 11:45 p.m. We are pretty unfamiliar with the area, and the male in the car decided that the best thing to do was cruise back and forth until we heard from our son. I wanted to just go to the place where he was going and wait there. In his MALE mind, using his MALE logic, it made sense to hubby to not drive way over to that paper factory but to meet him over on this side of the highway. So, we drove up and down the roads, at midnight, near this big factory....very slowly.
Well, the female in the car pronounced this the most stupid thing she had ever seen. After sarcastically inquiring, "What part of this stupid idea makes sense to you," she reclined the seat all the way back and closed her antihistamine-drowsy eyes.
Well, this is familiar!
The glow from the all-too-familiar blue lights was whirling around the interior of the car, I looked up to see my husband sitting there with the most ridiculous look on his face. It was actually quite surreal. "What have you done?" I asked, knowing for doggone-sure he wasn't speeding! "I don't know," he said. Well, I knew! He was probably pulling us over for repeatedly (and stupidly) cruising this major road by a very, very large factory at midnight which probably had surveillance by the gate!
The officer stuck his whole head in the car. He wanted to know if we are alright! He pulled us over for DUI!!!! He said we were doing 25 mph in a 50 mph zone and that usually indicated someone was intoxicated. He then pointed over at me, and he said, " You were all sprawled back flat." I just said, " I was tired." LOL. I didn't say I was under the influence of Benadryl.
We proceeded to tell the officer, who was actually very nice and the son of a truck driver, this whole stupid story. It sounded even more stupid when we put it in words. I knew we probably looked either very stupid or very suspicious.
He said he could tell we were not intoxicated. I told him I was a church organist and my husband was a song leader. If we were, we would lose our jobs.
How about that license?
It is important to note that we have had printer ink for quite some time. Just saying.
Yep, of course, the officer asked for Hubby's license. Under my breath, I told him not to say anything about it being the old address. The officer was gone for the LONGEST time. Oh, I was livid to think that he still had not printed off that little paper showing the change of address. I would like so very much to tell you that I was very sweet to my sweet husband.........................................................................
Finally the officer returned, and he never mentioned the address! He kindly sent us on our way. We told him he would see us on the side of the road at some point when our son called.
I cranked the seat back and turned toward the window.
Next thing I knew my husband was screaming, "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! HAND HIM THAT BOX!" I saw my son outside the window...handed it to him, and it was over.
The next thing we said to each other:
Me: I am sorry. (Picking up the controller to the bedroom tv.) ,
HIM: Well, Maybe we won't watch that show anymore for awhile....
I did get a text that said,
"Thank you all so much for doing that for me. I love you both."
He's a pretty good kid. Oh, his dad's pretty wonderful, too....