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velessaAnd yesterday I got pulled over for the first time! Why do I sound excited? It was just a new experience for me I guess. Don't worry, it was nothing serious. It was about 7:30am and I was on my way to work. I was going about 70 down the freeway like I usually do, then I noticed a cop following me (the kind with no lights on the top so it just looked like a normal car until it got up close). I was like "oh shit" and I slowed down to 65, but he didn't do anything. But I still thought something was up because he hovered behind me for a few minutes whereas usually a cop just blasts by me doing about 75-80 (I've often accidently been going 70 around/past them, and they've never done anything).
Anyway, he was still tailing me and by that time I was thinking "okay if you're going to pull me over just do it already, what's the deal?" *Finally* he decided to turn on his lights; I didn't want to pull off on the side of the freeway, so I got off at the nearest exit and pulled over on a regular street and he followed me there. So he came over and was totally nice about everything. He said good morning, where are you heading, yadda yadda.
You should probably know that my truck has an expired registration sticker; we just got it and we're still waiting for the DMV to send the new one in the mail, because we did register it when we bought it and it has an information tag saying so in the corner of the windshield. So I *have* been expecting to be pulled over because of that since it's very obviously out of date. Anyway, he says I pulled you over because it looks like you have an expired tag, and I tell him I know, we just got it, there's the registration in the window. He's like okay, gotcha, that's cool. He clearly sounded like he didn't have any intention to fine me for anything; no speeding ticket for me! But then he said "I also wanted to let you know that your tire seems to be really low; I don't want it to overheat and explode" and I'm like "What?!"
In the two previous days my dad had made two 300 mile round-trips with the truck, and he had filled the tires with air just the day before. How in the hell could they be low?? The cop was very nice and gave me directions to the nearest gas station so I could fill them up long enough to get to work, then took off. I think he had been following me for so long so he could get a good look at the tires. Anyway I went to the gas station and got out and sure enough, one of the tires is freaking half deflated! So I get down and try to twist the top off the valve stem, and it's not coming off. Instead the whole *stem* is twisting around, and that is NOT supposed to happen. It was also hissing out air, also not supposed to happen. I finally got the top off and filled up the tire, then got up to the stable half an hour late. I had called my dad from the gas station, and he drove up to the stable to switch cars with me.
And then more excitement. After working for about three hours, I suddenly realized I had no idea where my cell phone was. Another first for me; I have *never* lost my phone before. I've always kept it in my pocket, but now it was just utterly gone. I retraced my every step all over the whole ranch trying to see if I dropped it somewhere, but with no luck. I called dad from the office and asked him to look in the truck for it; he couldn't find it. That really freaked me out, if it wasn't there I had no idea where else it could be. But later I called mom and she looked in the truck and found it immediately. *shakes head* I guess dad must be going blind or something. But at least I have my phone back. My truck is getting the tires fixed right now (after I had to wait an entire HOUR just to drop it off! and it's only going to take an hour to fix!), so hopefully I won't have anymore hassle like this for a loooong time.
Anyway, he was still tailing me and by that time I was thinking "okay if you're going to pull me over just do it already, what's the deal?" *Finally* he decided to turn on his lights; I didn't want to pull off on the side of the freeway, so I got off at the nearest exit and pulled over on a regular street and he followed me there. So he came over and was totally nice about everything. He said good morning, where are you heading, yadda yadda.
You should probably know that my truck has an expired registration sticker; we just got it and we're still waiting for the DMV to send the new one in the mail, because we did register it when we bought it and it has an information tag saying so in the corner of the windshield. So I *have* been expecting to be pulled over because of that since it's very obviously out of date. Anyway, he says I pulled you over because it looks like you have an expired tag, and I tell him I know, we just got it, there's the registration in the window. He's like okay, gotcha, that's cool. He clearly sounded like he didn't have any intention to fine me for anything; no speeding ticket for me! But then he said "I also wanted to let you know that your tire seems to be really low; I don't want it to overheat and explode" and I'm like "What?!"
In the two previous days my dad had made two 300 mile round-trips with the truck, and he had filled the tires with air just the day before. How in the hell could they be low?? The cop was very nice and gave me directions to the nearest gas station so I could fill them up long enough to get to work, then took off. I think he had been following me for so long so he could get a good look at the tires. Anyway I went to the gas station and got out and sure enough, one of the tires is freaking half deflated! So I get down and try to twist the top off the valve stem, and it's not coming off. Instead the whole *stem* is twisting around, and that is NOT supposed to happen. It was also hissing out air, also not supposed to happen. I finally got the top off and filled up the tire, then got up to the stable half an hour late. I had called my dad from the gas station, and he drove up to the stable to switch cars with me.
And then more excitement. After working for about three hours, I suddenly realized I had no idea where my cell phone was. Another first for me; I have *never* lost my phone before. I've always kept it in my pocket, but now it was just utterly gone. I retraced my every step all over the whole ranch trying to see if I dropped it somewhere, but with no luck. I called dad from the office and asked him to look in the truck for it; he couldn't find it. That really freaked me out, if it wasn't there I had no idea where else it could be. But later I called mom and she looked in the truck and found it immediately. *shakes head* I guess dad must be going blind or something. But at least I have my phone back. My truck is getting the tires fixed right now (after I had to wait an entire HOUR just to drop it off! and it's only going to take an hour to fix!), so hopefully I won't have anymore hassle like this for a loooong time.
