"Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?"
"No, sir. Not really." Unless seriously considering leaving my three year old on the side of the road counts.
"Well, I clocked you going 53 back there."
Crap. "Your licence and registration please." Crap again. Registration expired last month. I start digging through the piles o' crap in the van to locate my insurance card and my driver's license.
"Is this your current address on your license?" Nope.
"I'll be back in a minute." Crap.
So I was going 53 in a 35, which is a construction zone. I wasn't on my cell phone, I wasn't applying lipstick or anything stupid. I was arguing with my three year old. Nice, huh? I really didn't know I was speeding. I was just tooting along, trying to convince Katherine to just chill out until we get home. Oh, and the baby was screaming. Yeah, I was a distracted driver. So sue me. What I really need is one of those glass screens cops have in their cars. Only I need mine sound proof. Then the chaos can exist in the back without my knowledge. How blissful would that be?
Mr. Officer returns with a ticket for speeding, but he gave me a break and didn't cite me for speeding in the construction zone, expired license (I had no idea it expired), and a warning on my expired registration. Not a great day to get pulled over! Not that there's ever a great day. But I say if they pass legislation against talking on cell phones while driving, then they should pass legislation against driving with children! They are more of a distraction than my stupid cell phone!