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My messy car spared me a traffic ticket

standard November 2, 2009 3 responses

I had one goal this weekend, aside from spending quality time with the girls and M, one measly little goal: clean out my car.

It wouldn’t have taken long, all I really had to do was scoop out the contents of the toy bin that has been strewn between the seats, on the floors, and everywhere in between. Every few weeks I have to truck everything back inside so the next day the girls can start migrating the toys back to my car one at a time.

Of course, as usual, I never found the time to go out to the garage to tame the chaos inside my car, which is why my car still looked worse than the love child of the public dump and the Toys R Us baby doll aisle when I headed out to go to a blogger event this afternoon.

I was still spacey from a too short nap and a run in with my sorely lacking wardrobe when I realized that I was racing up a 40 mile/hour road going a brisk 60(ish). I slowed down to a more respectful speed and glanced in my rear-view mirror to make sure no one had spotted my transgression. Which is when I noticed the cop pull up behind me.

I pulled over and she did her thing before finally walking up to my car. I smiled my brightest smile and tried to be my most charming self, but I have to admit I wasn’t expecting what happened next.

“Oh! You have twins?” She asked, glancing at the matching car seats in the back. I had expected disgust at the state of my car, instead I got pity and compassion.

“No, a two and four year old. In fact, that’s why I was speeding, I think I was enjoying the quiet a bit too much.” She nodded knowingly and smiled, but she still asked me for my license, registration, and proof of insurance.

I had the first two, but despite all my frantic searching in the glove compartment I couldn’t find any trace of the proof of insurance. I shrugged apologetically and must have looked sufficiently harried and confused because she replied with a soothing smile and a word about how busy I must be before moving off with the two documents.

She let me off for the speeding, choosing to just giving me fix-it tickets for my burnt out brake light and lack of proof of insurance. She talked again about how busy I must be, and, peering around the inside of my car again, reminded me that I clearly needed to pay more attention, both to the speed limit and to my documents. Then she told me to slow down and let me go.

I glanced around at the abandoned dolls, stacks of artwork, ground up waffles, books, and everything else that clutters up my car and thanked my lucky stars that I never found the time to clean it out. I was so grateful that I was even able to hold my head high when I stepped out at the Four Seasons and let the valet drive off with it, though I did feel the need to apologize when I got it back at the end of the event. It really is beyond messy and I should probably do something about it.

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3 responses

  • Yeah for getting off on the ticket front. They are FAR too expensive here in the sunny state of California! But I’m not sure I would have enjoyed all the comments… lol. Hope you had fun at the blogger event at least.

  • You know? If it weren’t for the kindness of strangers I’m pretty sure I would have long since jumped in front of a bus. This motherhood gig is hard, and if that means your car is messy take the easy ticket and roll with it, I say! 🙂

  • Very lucky! Does this mean you’ll never clean the car up…just in case? 😉

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