Popo

Popo meaning police of course. Last night I had one of the scariest moments of my life.
I was driving home from mikee's, lalalalala. Listening to my The Faint CD. Everything was ok, my mind was a little preoccupied, but whatever. I saw some cops on the side of the road, so I decided to slow down the speed a little - you know to speed limit. After a while I was like, ok I am safe.... so I speed back up... and then I see it. A car parked on the side, it looked like a normal broken down car, but no, as I passed it turned its lights on, and flashed them at me. So I was like "DAMN! Oh good, maybe it will just flash the lights, not pull me over....". My hopes were dashed into the dirt a few moments later when I saw it pull out onto the highway and start coming after me (I knew it was me cause there was no one else around). So I pull over - and like 100 feet in front of me is the little "St. Louis City Limit" sign. I again was quite mad, but I couldn't really pull back out onto the highway and keep driving...
So I then remember - oh yeah, license and registration. Fuck what is registration? It is the insurance card right? So I reach over to the glove department for the card, and there is a bunch of random shit in there. Finally I find the card and turn around to see a flashlight shining right in my face. I almost screamed.... So I am shaking so bad I can barely hand him the two cards (the insurance one severely bent...). So he is like "Where are you heading?" "Home" "Where do you live" "Uh.... the city" I got a look then.... I am so used to just saying the city, I forget to give specifics because usually people don't know what I am talking about... "S-s-s-soulard" was all I could mutter. "Uh huh. Late for curfew or something?" "N-n-n-no sir." "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "Yes sir. I was speeding" "Any idea how fast?" "uh...... 70?" (Shit, I had no idea, I thought I was going 70 because that is what I usually go and I had just been speeding back up) "Try 80." My heart sinks. Oh shit. I am in for it now.
So he goes away for like 5 minutes while I sit there shaking almost seizurish.... I thought I was gonna have a heart attack, puke, and faint all at the same time. So the little city sign is in the distance mocking me and I am just sitting there hoping he lets me off easy..... praying......
He comes back and goes "So Kathleen...." for a split sec I was like "huh?" but then I was like, oh yeah, thats my name. duh. "Here is your citation. Your court date is August 10th at 7 pm". My heart sinks yet again. I didnt think it could sink any lower. At this point I think it is somwhere down in my toes. Then he says some other stuff that I don't even remember, I was shaking so bad.... then he tells me to sign the paper thing. So I answer by saying "Os." See, in karate os is like a really spirited yes. And so when you are given directions or something by a higher ranking person, you say "yes sir, no sir, or os" and I am so used to just saying os that it is like a reflex. I sank lower in my chair then. I was like PLEASE say he didn't hear that. So I quickly followed it with lots of "yes sirs" and stuff. So then he finally says "Slow down and drive safe. Have a nice night." I was like right.... nice night. thanks. you just ruined it stupid.
I was shaking so bad the entire way home. I called obtuse like five minutes later and burst out crying the entire way home. blah blah blah. I never want to get pulled over again. Speed limit or 5 over for me from now on (watch, in two weeks I will be back up to 80).
I havent told the 'rents yet. I didn't want to wake em up last night, so I am telling them when they get home from work tonight. pray they dont slaughter me. they better not, my sister has gotten pulled over a bunch of times, i just dont ever know how they reacted because I was never there when she told em.
*shudder shudder*