|One Lucky Bastard
||[Jul. 23rd, 2008|09:17 am]
Last night I didn't go to sleep until a little after 0300 for various reasons, mostly because I had a good night last night at my part-time job and am enjoying the promotion. Curiously, I woke up at 0700 this morning.
I had planned to get up and go to Walmart to get a few much-needed items before coming into work a few minutes early so I could get some installs done. As I made the turn onto the road where I would turn to come into the commercial zone, I was pulled over by a cop that was in the opposite lane at the opposite light.
This officer was a young guy and seemed like he was new. His presentation though professional was perfunctory and stilted. I was meek and said little, deflated that my day was ruined straight out of the shoot.
I turned down the Dark Knight score that I had been enjoying on the ride in.
The officer asked for my license and insurance, went back to his car and wrote me a ticket.
While he was in his car, I remembered the speech from driving class back in February: "Just ask. You never know. If you're contrite and courteous, you could save yourself a ticket."
I definitely needed saving. The student loans kicked in this month and money is about to be tighter then it ever has been with the minimum wage going up and while I was waiting for the officer to return, I panicked that this ticket would not only make my insurance skyrocket, but it might cost me my part-time job. The money has been good lately and I can't afford to lose it.
The officer came back, told me when my court date was and asked me to sign. Then I did something that I have never done: I timidly begged the officer to let this one slide.
At first he hesitated, saying that he had already filled out the citation and had I asked him before...
Dejected, I picked up the pen to sign.
"Please?" I pleaded. "I was just trying to get to work."
"When do you have to be there?"
"Eight-thirty." I fibbed, as I was trying to get a jump on the day and had planned to be in by 0830. "The turn off is the next road up."
"Okay. I can let it go this time. Have a good day."
I shook hands with the officer, collected my license and came into work still shaking nervously, but with a cheesier grin and a Joker-esque laugh.
I'm one lucky bastard.