"You've got to be kidding me..."

I was taking Camille home this evening. As we drove along Holly Street, a cop pulled on the road behind me, so I kept it around the speed limit and made a very full stop at the stop sign. I turned right onto Ridge Road and the cop did too... and then he flipped on his lights.

Shock and awe commenced.

Part of the problem is that I am not insured on Camille's car. I was driving her car. It has out of state plates. I have a very large Badnarik bumper sticker on this car. Things are not adding up in my favor at this point.

The cop comes up and asks me to step out of the car. I do. He asks for ID and I give it to him. He takes my license and gives me back my wallet. (Why am I writing in present tense? I just realized that when I tell stories to people, I usually tell them in present tense... It must have something to do with some subconcious understanding of time which I possess... Anyway...) He asks a few questions:

* "Where are you coming from?" (My house in Copper Creek)
* "Where are you going?" (Driving my girlfriend home)
* "Is this your car?" (No, it's my girlfriend's)
* "Is she from Ohio?" (Yes)
* "Were you in the neighborhood you saw me pull out from?" (No)

That's more or less the conversation. He told me to sit down in the car and then got Camille out and basically asked her the same questions. He mentioned something in there about them looking for a car with a similar description seen in the area recently. He gave me back my license and said, "Have a good evening."

So, disaster averted, I drove away. I'm not particularly happy about being stopped, but I can't complain too much. Luckily, this cop was not only doing his job, but actually doing it the right way, not troubling me more than necessary. Hooray! Or something.