Another Police Story

On Saturday Jess and I were driving to Houston for a wedding. Jess was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were following a truck and going about 67 miles per hour in a 65 mile per hour speed zone. Why would I know the speed, you ask, if I was not driving? We passed a cop and because Jess and I have been pulled over many many times, I look down to see if he was speeding. Going the speed limit? Check. Seat belt on? Check. Inspection sticker updated? Check. (All things that we have been pulled over for.)

I look back and see that the cop has turned around.

"If he pulls me over, I'm going to lose it."
"He's not going to pull you over, you weren't speeding. His lights aren't even on."

Just as I say that, his lights turn on. Jess pulls his truck to the side and into the grass (that is rather high) to be completely off of the road.

"Haley, get my insurance."
"Sir, the reason that I am pulling you over for is your speed limit."
"How fast was I going? I know I wasn't speeding. What's the speed limit?"
"You are also missing your fron liscense plate."
"Yes, that just fell off this week. How fast was I going?
"Could you step out of the truck please?"
"Yes, but how fast was I going?"
"Well, above 65." (If you are being pulled over for speed, don't they know how fast you were going?)

Jess gets out and I get on my cell phone.
"Mom, what's the speed on 159? 60 or 65?"
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Well, Jess just got pulled over for going 67 and I think that the speed limit is 65."
"You are kidding. Dad just got pulled over in Sealy from the same guy that pulled him over last time and he knows that he wasn't speeding. He's fighting it. Jess should too."
"Oh, I am going to have to call you back. He wants me to step out of the truck now."

I hang up and get out of the truck. Keep in mind that the grass is high, I am wearing slip on heels and a skirt and I hate cops. Jess comes over to help me get out of the truck.

"Did you get a ticket?"
"No, it's just a warning. He wanted to know how you were related to me. I was like, uhh, she's my girlfriend."
"Why did he want to know that?"
"I don't know."
"Why did I have to get out?"
"He wants to search the truck for any illegal substances."

Are you kidding me? We get pulled over for going two miles over the speed limit, we are wearing nice clothes, and while I was on the phone, Jess told him that he was playing in a wedding that we were on our way to. Do we seem suspicious? Jess thinks that he was actually just pulled over for his liscense plate. But if that's the case, why can't the officer just say, I pulled you over for your missing front plate. Why does he have to say...ugh, I pulled you over for your speed. I don't know how fast you were going, but you were going above 65.

I hate cops and I think that is obvious. Why don't they pull someone over for doing something serious. IF you are going to pull someone over for a missing front plate, tell them that. Don't tell them that you pulled them over for their speed?