So I'm peacefully driving home today on the highway. It was mid day, kind of rainy and dreary, when I glance up at my rear view mirror and there is a cop right on my ass! It was like he appeared out of thin air...I swear he wasn't there when I looked 10 seconds before. Oh, did I mention I was speeding? Right. So my stomach drops to my feet, and my heart jumps into my throat and I almost piss my pants (you see, I had to pee...I was speeding to get home faster so I could do so). I'd never been pulled over before, and I just knew this would be my first time. My speeding ticket cherry popping, if you will. So I let up on the gas and allowed my car to naturally slow, waiting for him to turn on the lights and signal me to pull over. Well, he didn't. He passed me, and took off like a bat out of hell. This officer was clearly on a mission and had some place to be. I'm fairly certain that if this officer wasn't heading to somewhere specific, I'd have been his prey of the moment...then again, if he hadn't been heading somewhere specific...he probably wouldn't have caught up with me! ha.
In any case, I can't help but wonder what he was thinking when he pulled up behind me. Was he pissed off at having to leave me be? Unable to serve me up some bitter justice because of something more pressing. Was he laughing to himself because I'm sure he knew he gave me a little scare? Either way, though I sure hope he wasn't heading to a place where someone was hurt, I'm pretty happy that my bit of law breaking wasn't enough to thwart his mission.