Apparently, it is that easy.
Last week, I was driving from Big Sur to Los Angeles in a little Prius known as Javier. I was going a little over the speed limit and got pulled over by CHiPs.
Here’s what happened next:
CHiPs: The reason I pulled you over is that you were doing 84 in a 65.
Me: Oh. I thought I was only doing 80.
CHiPs: License and registration, please.
CC, owner of Javier, handed over the registration and I gave him my New York State license.
CHiPs: Is this your correct address in Brooklyn?
Me: Yep.
The patrolman walked back to his car and the conversation in the Prius started. “How does one get out of a traffic ticket?” LJP said, “I think you just ask nicely,” and then she stuck her head out the back window.
LJP: Hey, do you think we could get a warning if we promised that one of us nice California girls would drive from now on?
Initially, the patrolman shook his head and we all accepted the fact that asking nicely just doesn’t work. Then, he walked back to our window.
CHiPs: Okay, listen. I’m going to let you go but, I want you to know that there are reasons for speed limits and you shouldn’t obey them just because you’re afraid of getting caught.
He proceeded to lecture us a little bit about stray animals and loony drivers on the coast, and I’m pretty sure he flirted with at least two of us. Then, he simply handed our stuff back and said, “Be careful and have a nice day.”
July 27th, 2011 at 9:57 pm
Me and my Tig Bitties say, “You’re welcome.”
July 28th, 2011 at 10:50 am
Hooters wins again!