Bored? Check out my guest blog on Fit Me Pink for some cheap entertainment. That's right, I'm a guest blogger on a women's fitness blog. I like to think that I am to Fit Me Pink as Dr. Oz is to Oprah. (Yeah, I dominated those on the SATs.)
My Fit Me Pink post is about my first experience in a Pilates class. Fascinating, right?
Now, in other news, last night as I was on my way to Spinlates (you'll find out what Spinlates is if you read my entire entry over at Fit Me Pink), I got pulled over.
I was in a hurry, and had broken at least 15 laws on my way to the gym. Fortunately for me, I broke all of those laws before the cop saw me. He decided to pull me over because he was bored. Oh, well I guess I don't know that for sure. He said he ran my plates and couldn't find any proof of insurance.
At hearing that, I hurriedly (I was gonna be late to Spinlates if he didn't hurry) explained to him that my car is a company lease car through my dad's work and that it's insured in California even though it's licensed and registered in Utah. I handed him all the paperwork he should've needed, but he still wasn't satisfied. He said that my insurance card didn't specifically state that the vehicle I was driving was insured.
(BS, I thought. You just want to issue me a citation, hoping that I don't appear in court so I have to pay whatever penalty or fee or whatever is associated with that. Maybe if I'm really delinquent, Dog the Bounty Hunter will come after me. My 15 minutes of fame is on it's way. Thanks, traffic cop.)
I know he's probably a simple man, and that he's probably never been north of Lehi or south of Spanish Fork, but come on! There's a world of insurance companies and policies out there. As a cop, he should know the ins and outs of all of them, so that I, the one who doesn't get paid for all the time I have to spend dealing with having done absolutely nothing wrong (in front of him), don't have to be inconvenienced. I'm the taxpayer. Geez! The car's a lease. I don't even own or insure the car I drive. Take it up with them, not me.
In the end, I got a citation and have to appear at the Provo Justice Court "not less than (5) five nor more than (14) fourteen days after issuance of this citation." Even worse, he made me late to Spinlates. To console myself for the inconvenience, I stopped at McDonald's to hit up the Dollar Menu. That's right, instead of burning upwards of 1000 calories, I ate my weight in McDonald's grease.
Ready for the twist? Yesterday at lunch I told Cody I was overdue for a ticket. In my mind, I was thinking of the 15 laws I broke before the cop saw me. Funny how fate put a twist on that one. Didn't see that one coming!