yellow light

As I ran the yellow light off the exit I saw flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. “Here we go.” I thought. I pulled over and handed the police officer my license & insurance card with my DDS employee I.D. card on top.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma-am?”

 The only people I hate calling me “Ma-am” is a [male] cop.

“Yes, sir, I do – know why you pulled me over, that is. I ran the yellow light.” Might as well just fess up right now, I thought.

 “Well, why did you do that?” He asked with an edge of hostility.

Oh, I don’t know – perhaps because I was late for work, didn’t want to sit through another light, needed coffee – a number of reasons came to mind and before I could recite any he asked, “What’s this?” holding up the DDS card. I said it was my employee I.D. card meaning we work for the same company, Bub.

“What do you do for them?” Even though it plainly says on the card “MOTORCYCLE SAFETY INSTRUCTOR” I told him anyway. He left and went back to his car for about 5 minutes and then came back without a ticket. I breathed a sigh of relief as he handed me back my cards and then proceeded to give me a lecture on running yellow lights and why I of all people should know not to do this being a safety instructor and all – blah, blah, blah……I agreed, saying “Yes, sir, I know, sir, etc. blah, blah, blah and drove off.

Whatever. City of Norcross cops are like little piranhas circling around waiting to bite ankles. I resented being pulled over for a yellow when they could be out handing out tickets to people who drive 70 mph on the road in front of my office. I also resented being lectured to about safety and that if I had to be pulled over why couldn’t it be by a woman who looked like Danica Patrick? Or the one who pulled Danica over in this TV commercial?

Damn.