Yesterday I “thanked” a Tulsa police officer for giving me a ticket. Oh yes I did.
It went mostly like this:
I was leaving Aldi grocery store . Aldi is a food store for families such as mine. Basically I can get about 17 bags of groceries for the same price that I can buy 7 bags at Wal-Mart. Or 1 bag at Whole Foods….
So I did my “bargain” shopping and was VERY pleased with the mountains of food at such a discount price. Albeit… who knows what “Clancy’s sweet potato tortilla chips” really tastes like until you get them home … or the fact that you can buy a gravity lounge chair (which I did….) by the .29 cent avocados. But at the very least, it’s an adventure!
I must also mention that I dig Aldi’s mysterious nature. You cannot call the store direct. The phone number takes you to the main headquarters where they will even search inventory at your favorite locale. Why do I know this? Because.. I passed a 15′ trampoline for $129.00 one day. Kicked myself for a week, and then called back only to find them all sold out at every single location within 100 miles. Imagine that. So instead we bought another one for more money that con-caved into the shape of a taco within 4 days of purchase. But I am sure it had NOTHING to do with a small village of rugrats flying off the deck, possibly out of the top of a tree, while hanging on the basketball goal before dropping down onto new said trampoline. One other thing that mesmerizes me… they let their employees that are checking out people SIT in CHAIRS! Who does that?!? I mean… how awesome is that?!
Ok, back to my story. I left Aldi with my head held high. I had planned on turning west and hitting 169 N and hopping on I-44 to avoid the construction on 244. But I went out the wrong driveway. I could not turn left so I had to go right. No biggie. I could go down 129th and hit 44 that way. There was hardly any traffic and very little backtracking. So I turned back north and noticed a sign. “Progress as Promised!” I remember thinking to myself… “Wow, Tulsa ain’t just a whistlin’ Dixie!!” They have been “progressing” with road construction for well….infinity! So I carried on. Lost in my thoughts…thoughts of .99 cantaloupe…. dreams of the creations I was going to make out of $5.99 bags of chicken tenders….how excited my children were going to be when they saw that I had went the extra mile and chose the “Millville Honey Crunch & Oats” WITH Almonds instead of without… Forever thinking of my kids I am…
I was trekking right along, sporting my “Church on the Move” sticker on the back of my mini-van, dreaming of the day I could down-size to a two-seater convertible when I heard a “blip!” Just once. Not even a series of ” blip blips.” At that exact moment I was committed to a yellow light and buzzed right through. And so did the police officer. I had no idea what was going on but soon realized that he was after me. ME! What had I done wrong? Nothing that I could think of. I had managed to beat the red light, I was minding my own business in my van full of reasonably priced groceries. I was innocent. At least as far as I knew.
I rolled down my window, handed him my license and insurance and he proceeded to tell me that I had went through a construction zone while speeding. He asked me if I seen all the signs that read 30 mph at which I replied.. “No sir, to be honest, I wasn’t paying attention.” Ahhhh, between my honesty AND my “Church on the Move” sticker I was sure to be spared. He was very kind, very un-intimidating and seemed like he was a family man. Anyone who pulls a woman over with Aldi bags in a mini-van surely could not, in their good conscience, give an innocent lady with a luke-warm McDonald’s , half-drank orange juice a ticket…. right??
Wrong. He did. And when he handed me the ticket, my heart sank. All I could think of was I had just went to Aldi. To save hundreds. And that now my ticket was going to be more than my grocery bill. But then a small miracle occurred. He said “Ma’am, I dropped your speed down to 39 from 40 so you will not get points on your driving record and so that your insurance does not go up.” From the depths of the most sincere place in my heart.. I replied… “Thank you.” Thank you somewhat sparing me. He did not have to . He could have been a jerk. But I think he listened to my honesty. I think he seen my Aldi bags. I think he “knew” that I was simply in la-la land but he still had a job to do but chose to do it as selflessly as the law would allow. I told him “thank you” again. I wonder if he thought that was strange?
This morning on the way to school I told my youngest girl about my ticket. She said.. “Well mom, it’s the price you pay for breaking the law!” Yep kid. That’s exactly right.