I was driving home from work and Carrie Underwood's "Jesus Take The Wheel" started playing on the radio. I'm not sure how a country song managed to sneak into my musical diet of mainstream pop songs but that's neither here nor there. I reached down to change the station and I made eye contact with my Plastic Dashboard Jesus...
Salvation on a spring
...Yes, I have a Plastic Dashboard Jesus...when I remembered that I told Jumper that I'd bust out a rosary for him and his clavicle on my drive home from work.
So I prayed.
I was in the middle of the second decade, when I looked down and realized that I was speeding. I looked up and realized that there was a cop on the side of the road.
Crap.
He pulled out and started to follow me.
Crap.
He turned on his lights.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
I pulled over and waited. And started saying more Hail Marys. This time they were for ME.
He started walking towards my car. Daaaammmnnnn. He was a CUTE cop. Not relevant to the story...but worth noting.
"License and insurance"...blah blah blah..."Do you know how fast you were going"....blah blah blah. I handed over my info, honestly said that I didn't know what the speed limit was or how fast I was going, and he headed back to his car to run my license and do whatever stuff cops do when they go back to their cars.
He came back. I noticed he was only holding my license.
"Try to keep it at 30 MPH on France Ave, Miss. Have a nice day."
NO TICKET. No written warning.
I finished the rest of the rosary for Jumper on the way home, and added a few extra thank you prayers to the Big JC.
THANK YOU JESUS!!! No, seriously. Thank you.
Salvation on a spring
...Yes, I have a Plastic Dashboard Jesus...when I remembered that I told Jumper that I'd bust out a rosary for him and his clavicle on my drive home from work.
So I prayed.
I was in the middle of the second decade, when I looked down and realized that I was speeding. I looked up and realized that there was a cop on the side of the road.
Crap.
He pulled out and started to follow me.
Crap.
He turned on his lights.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
I pulled over and waited. And started saying more Hail Marys. This time they were for ME.
He started walking towards my car. Daaaammmnnnn. He was a CUTE cop. Not relevant to the story...but worth noting.
"License and insurance"...blah blah blah..."Do you know how fast you were going"....blah blah blah. I handed over my info, honestly said that I didn't know what the speed limit was or how fast I was going, and he headed back to his car to run my license and do whatever stuff cops do when they go back to their cars.
He came back. I noticed he was only holding my license.
"Try to keep it at 30 MPH on France Ave, Miss. Have a nice day."
NO TICKET. No written warning.
I finished the rest of the rosary for Jumper on the way home, and added a few extra thank you prayers to the Big JC.
THANK YOU JESUS!!! No, seriously. Thank you.
7 Comments:
HA!! That's great! Karma at it's finest!!
Glad he was cute to boot!
I don't know even where to start! Thank you, that was very special.
"I love you man"! (Hands over budweiser (actually sam adams boston lager)
And somebody buy that cop a beer too!
That is good karma. Can you take springy Jesus on your marathon with you? Good luck! You'll do great.
Oh, I have been in that position so many times and I hate that sinking feeling. Nothing better than getting a little payoff for just being good.
yay that is awesome!
Ok, that is awesome. I love the dashboard Jesus.
I have often wondered while being pulled over, what is the proper way of slipping your phone number to the 187? Maybe writing it on your "insurance card?" Of having an extra sticky note that says "call me."
um, pretty lady going a lil over the speed limit with a dashboard jesus?? that's no dumb cop...or course he let you off :) hallelujah! great story to read anyway :) think of all that money you saved on a ticket~ now you must buy something at the expo this weekend! or a few boozy drinks :) thanks mr. cop for saving ally some $$ towards better causes...lol
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