On this particular day, Kaite and I were headed to the Draper temple and taking the Suncrest road is our favorite way to get there. As usual, I was haulin' up the mountain and we didn't see a cop the entire time. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about the top of the mountain rule and kept going as fast as I did. Unfortunately for me, yet again, there was a cop, sitting there and waiting for his prey.
"Turn here," Katie ordered quickly, watching the cop in the review mirror.
I followed her orders unquestioningly - as always - and the cop followed us. I knew we were screwed.
"See, this is what's going to happen," I said to Katie. "He's going to wait until the road gets thicker and then he'll turn his lights on. We'll pull over and he'll ask us where we're going and how fast we think we were going."
"Wow. . " she said as the road got thicker and the cops lights flashed to life.
The cop got out of his car and walked up to my already rolled down window.
"How're you ladies doing today?" he asked.
"Just fine, thank you sir," I answered with what I hoped was a winning smile.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
I shot a triumphant look at Katie and then looked at him straight in the eye and said in my sweetest tone, "Actually, sir, we're just headed to the Draper temple."
I have to say that that is the most SATISFYING thing I've ever said to a cop that just pulled me over. His face kind of fell and I saw a glimmer of hope at the end of the dark tunnel.
"Oh. . . well, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Um . . . I was going a little fast," I said, playing up the innocent little girl act.
"Yeah, do you know what the speed limit is here?" he asked.
"Um . . . no," I answered.
"Well its fourty . . . Do you know how fast you were going?" he asked.
"I was kind of concentrating on the road," I said. "I didn't get to look at my speedometer much."
"Well, I clocked you at sixty-two," he said. "Do you think this is NASCAR or something? I saw you down on the mountain . . . I didn't know cars like this could corner like that."
I swear I could hear some admiration in his tone. If it had been almost ANYONE else I would have answered something along the lines of 'Yeah, well, I've got skills,' but somehow that didn't seem like the best option for the specific situation.
I settled for a humble look and a quiet, "Me neither."
"Okay, well, can I see your license and registration?" he asked.
"Yeah, give me just a second to get that out," I said, reaching up into my new glovebox - a ziploc bag that I'd stapled to my ceiling after the Off-Roading Experience Part 3. Katie busted up and the cop gave me a really weird look - I just shrugged and handed him my license, registration and proof of insurance. After a glance at the last two documents, he handed them back and I knew we were home free. He took my liscense back to his car - as they always do - to pull up my record and so on. I don't think he even did that though because if he had seen my record I don't think I would have gotten off so easily. . .
As soon as the door to his car closed Katie and I busted up and instantly started making fun of our prediciment.
"Actually we're on our way to the temple," she said, cracking up.
We just laughed and laughed until we saw him get out of his car again. Then we fought to regain our 'innocent' composure as he trudged back down to Denton - the Car. He handed me my license.
"Okay, I'm going to let you off this time," he said like a parent scolding their two year old who'd just decorated the walls with his favorite crayon. "You've really got to watch your speed though, okay?"
"Yes, sir," I said, nodding like the most obedient little girl on the planet.
He smiled and said, "Okay, have a nice day girls."
"Thank you, sir," Katie and I coursed.
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