I had always had a haughty cause to say that I, in fact, had never been pulled over by a police officer. This changed very recently when I, while taking an exit from one freeway to the next, glanced in my review mirror and saw flashing lights. It was the first I had noticed since there were no sirens, so I pulled over on the freeway exit (SO not fun) and was surprised to find the flashing lights pull in behind me. This is one of those moments where a normal me would be choking on my own spleen in absolute terror because it had made a jump from my gut to my throat, but strangely enough, I found myself curious and surprisingly nonplussed as the officer approached the window. Perhaps it was because, on seeing the lights, I had done my little check, my lights were on, my brights were off, I was going a reasonable speed, and, as far as I could tell, I hadn’t been weaving or ducking in and out of traffic. The officer approached and the conversation went roughly as follows:
Him: Excuse me, did you know that it is illegal to have a cover over your back license plate?
Me: Well, no, I can’t say that I did, I’m so sorry.
Him: *brief and polite explanation of law*
Him: Does that make sense?
Me: Yes, it does.
Him: Can I see your license and registration?
Me: Sure.
Him: Okay, I’m just gonna go take this stuff down and you folks can go.
Me: Thanks.
And that was about it. I have to say, if anyone had a a run-in with a police officer, I suppose this would be the most pleasant way to do it. That being said, I don’t know if I want to see one at my window any time soon.
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