Last time, I knew exactly what I did. The timing of lights in this town is ridiculous. If you happen to turn right at this particular intersection when the light is green, by the time you get to the next light (one block away) it is yellow. So doing what I most often do, I went through the yellow. The problem is, one cannot make it all the way through the intersection before the light turns red. This one time, I was caught. When the police officer pulled me over, I played dumb.
Do you know why I pulled you over?
No idea, what did I do?
You ran a red light.
I did. Oh my, I am so sorry.
I got off with a warning.
This time was different. I knew I didn't run a red light because I was stopped behind old farm truck with an owner who proudly touted his support of the NRA and veterans through a series of bumper stickers that I was trying to read at the same time Dylan was telling me about her new best friend at school, boy Kameron. So instead of him asking, I was the first to ask.
Why did you pull me over?
Do you know how dark the tint is on your windows?
I have no idea.
Did you buy it this way?
No my husband had them tinted so our little one was not constantly being blinded by the sun.
Oh, I didn't even see her back there. Can your please roll down your back window? Good I see she is buckled up.
I wanted to respond, “What kind of a mom do you think I am?” But for the first time in my life, I used a filter and just smiled.
Can you please roll up your front window about 6 inches? I will be right back.
Mom, what did you do? Are you in trouble? Is he going to take you to jail?
No sweetie, he is just checking our windows.
Because we look like gangsters.
What is a gangster?
Never mind, our windows are just really dark.
The nice officer returns and proceeds to check the tint.
Your windows are 2%.
That means nothing to me.
The law says they have to be at least 28%.
Do you have trouble seeing at night?
With a straight face, I managed to reply.
Do you typically drive this vehicle?
Is it yours?
Well, technically my husband paid for it, but you know how marriages work. What his is mine.
Tell him he needs to go have the tint removed and then reapplied at no less than 28%.
You should tell him. He will take it better coming from you.
I am just going to give you a warning, but you should know anyone else would not be so easy. Usually only people who have something to hide have their windows so dark.
From the back seat.
Yes, like gangsters.
We slowly drive away.
He was nice, mom. Can I invite him to my birthday party?
Sure honey, just ask your dad. He will take it better coming from you.