Well, the title is kind of a lie. It is really a tale of two traffic stops and 1 ticket. Just bear with me for a minute. Saturday Aaron and I got pulled over. On separate occasions. What are the odds of us both being pulled over in one day??
We went to an AAA ball game Saturday afternoon. I had high hopes of the boy hanging out with daddy and the baby falling asleep in the Ergo and sleeping happily through the game. Yes, I am sooo delusional. Nate did great but, as you can imagine, a baseball game is a little loud and the baby didn't really want to sleep. In the middle of the 4th inning Aaron accidentally spilled his beer down the back of my shirt and I took it as the opportunity to go to the car and drive around until rhea game was over so the baby could nap. I got a text that they were ready to be picked up and headed back toward the stadium. The baby's head was slumped over, I heard her gasp slightly and I was checking her in my rearview when it happened. I ran a red light. It was green right before I looked back, and had just changed, but I ran it just the same. Oh, I should mention that I almost got T boned by a policeman as a result. Yep, it would be my luck to run a red light in front of a cop. Needless to say I got pulled over. I told him I was checking on the baby, yada yada and he was soooo nice about it. He said he had a 4 year old and understood it is easy to be distracted by the kids. He ran my info and came back and said he would let me go since I'm not a delinquent with a bad driving record. Score! I was so glad to have skipped out on that ticket. Especially one I probably deserved to get.
Fast forward 8 hours later and my hubbs is on his way home from watching a fight at our friend's restaurant. One of the guys that watched the fight with him was behind him and started flashing his high beams (he doesn't have a cell phone) because he thought they were going the wrong way. Aaron pulled into the left hand turn lane at a light, rolled down his window, and told him that they were taking a different way than he is used to, but to keep following him. He proceeded to put his blinker on and pulled back out in front of his friend. He got pulled over for an illegal lane change. He explained what happened to the cop, but long story short, he got a ticket for it.
The irony of the whole situation is I am probably the one who should have got a ticket, not him. I wonder if it had been me in his situation, if I would have gotten out of it. I think the moral of this story is that the universe has a way of evening the score.