This evening we were on our way home from grocery shopping when I noticed that a police car was behind us and its lights were flashing. I pulled over at my earliest convenience, hoping that the policeman had urgent business elsewhere. But, no, he pulled right up behind me. Brian, having been pulled over numerous times in his life, grabbed the registration and insurance cards from the glove box and told me to put them, along with my license, on the dash.
Long story short, seeing that I don’t even have a parking ticket to my name, I got off with a warning. Phew! But, I guess this means I will need to be extra careful for the foreseeable future. They don’t give you two warnings, you know?
Watch those speed limits!