It wouldn't have been a complete trip home without the flashing blue and red lights. Seriously, with my record, I was long overdue for some one one one time with the valley's finest.
Sunday I was on my way to my parents for a quick visit before hitting the road back to Mesa and was trying to decide which road to turn on when I hear that familiar siren. I was already finding my papers when a familiar face popped into my window. Thankfully it was a warning, and the officer was just laughing asking if I even knew how long they were behind me. That's when it occured to me that they were Thatcher police and had followed me all the way to Pima, apparently with flashing lights for the most part, but I was too focused on the cold wind and my radio, and that's why they had to turn the siren on.
Thank goodness for small towns. I doubt the Mesa police force would have the same sense of humor.
3 comments:
Wow... I could totally see you doing that! I actually could see myself doing that too! At least they were nice and just gave you a warning! I am waiting for that day too... it has been over a year since I've been pulled over! Next time you come down you should call so we can go to lunch or something!
CAMI THAT MAKES ME SMILE KNOWING THAT YOU ARE STILL YOU! MAN, HOW I MISS YOUR FUN. I STILL REMEMBER OUR GOOD TIMES! EVER GET A CHANCE TO COME TO IDAHO YOU BETTER LOOK ME UP!
I swear EVERY time we go to Pima we get pulled over. You'll have to ask me about the time Dianne drew her gun on Brock. Good time!
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