I was on my way home from Mother's Day Weekend with my parents. Basically two days of them asking me when I am going to find a woman, get settled down and give them grandchildren. Truth is: I've never been with a woman or even a man for that matter.
I was not exactly excited to go to my empty house, with my game systems and my computer-I swear that porn I was watching before I left is still going. And get back to my boring office job where none of the women give me a second look.
I was in my car listening to my favorite playlist. My music was low, my seatbelt was on and my speed was below the limit... so, it surprised me to see blue and red lights flashing behind me.
It had to be a mistake! I had never been stopped before in my life. I mean, I was going the speed limit, my music was low, my seatbelt was on and I was like, the only car on the road!
Whatever. I pulled over to the shoulder and squad car followed. I turned off the ignition, lowered my music and waited for the sworn officer to appear.
I heard his door shut and his silhouette became bigger as he approached my car. I started to tense up. He made to the driver's side and my window was already down so he began to ask:
"Do you know just how fast you were going?"
"Yes, under the speed limit," I replied with an attitude.
"Yeah you're right. You weren't speeding," he admitted.