Yesterday, while driving back from the public library, where I picked up another book, I was, annoyingly, stopped by a police officer.
At first, when I saw the police car behind me with lights but no siren, I assumed that he had made a mistake. “I have on my seat belt, plus I am still wearing my Baby Bjorn,” I said to myself. So, I kept driving, and he kept following. “I don’t think I look threatening. Plus, I have a baby in the back! Surely, he must be pulling someone ELSE over,” I tried to convince myself. So, I kept driving, and he kept following. After about a block of this, he turned on his sirens, and I, now assured that it was me that he was intending to pull over, pulled over.
As I awaited for him to approach my driver’s side window, I said a little prayer. “Nya, please don’t cry.” “Police officer, please don’t tell me that I am wanted for some crime that someone committed in my name (while unlikely, I thought I’d voice this prayer JUST IN CASE). ” In the midst of my prayer, the police officer came to my window, which I had opened ahead of time to not appear that I was hiding something.
Police officer: Can I see your license and registration?
Me: Sure (I say as I reach into my purse for my license and glove department for my registration (yes! It’s in there)).
Police officer: I pulled you over because one of your rear view lights is out. I’ll give you a warning for now, but be sure to get it fixed, as it was hard to tell that you were stopping at that last stop sign.
Me: Really? (I sound surprised, but I am not. That light, I know, has been out for six months now. I tried to get it fixed at Jiffy Lube, but I was told by the mechanic an hour later, that it is too hard to open the break light.) I had NO idea.
Police officer: Yep, so just be sure to get it fixed.
Me: Will do.
Police officer: Give me a few seconds while I go print your warning.
He leaves, and I am left there waiting in the car, annoyed, perhaps un-rightfully so, that I was pulled over for a (not two) break light.
He returns in about 15 minutes. I check often in my rear view mirror to look at his doings. Perhaps I was reading into things, but it seemed that he felt guilty for pulling me over for this issue, considering the fact that I had a baby in the back. Perhaps, he was thinking to himself, “Gee, maybe I should give her a break. It is just a break light, after all. Perhaps, he was thinking, “I am probably wasting this woman’s time. She does have a baby.” “Yep, you are wasting my time,” I said aloud, as if I were conversing with his assumed thoughts. “And, shame on you for pulling over little ol’ me and my baby (who, at that moment, and perhaps to my own detriment, was being unusually quiet).
Police officer: (He’s back.) Here you go. Have a good day!
Me: You too! (I say this in the most fake, cheery voice that I can muster.)
With the warning, I drove home, still annoyed and feeling entitled to get a free pass because I, unlike other criminals, had a little, cute baby in my back seat. I know its ridiculous, but that is truly what I felt.
What about you all? Do you ever feel like you should get a “pass” from police officers, annoying drivers, etc. because you have a child in the car. I used to laugh at people who drove cars with the decal “Baby on Board.” Now, I am considering buying two – one for the right side backseat passenger window and one for the left side backseat passenger window. Just so that no one will be unaware or confused.