Oh for goodness sake, what is it about me and American cops?
If you remember, I got pulled over by a state trooper in Nevada earlier this year. He ended up giving me a ticket (which I’ve paid btw) so large that I seriously believe I’m funding the 2023 Ely staff office Christmas party. Read about that cop encounter HERE.
This wasn’t nearly so costly and was so indicative of the part of the world we were in. Here’s the story…
So, we’re in Alabama.
It’s late and dark. Ugh.
Hubby’s had a couple of beers so I’m doing the driving.
We were headed to Big Mike’s Restaurant in Andalusia, Alabama. We were meeting an Aussie friend who was in town working.
I thought I was doing pretty good with the driving. We’re just ambling along when hubby says “there it is… on the left…”
Okay! Easy peasy. I get to the stop sign, put on my blinker to turn left, and suddenly the car (and surrounding area), lights up with the distinctive blue and red flashing lights of a cop car.
First reaction–is to swear. 🤦🏻♀️
Shit! What did I do? I didn’t do anything. Hubby stays silent. 😉🤣
I turn left and make a quick right to dip into the town square. I stop the car.
The cop pulls in close behind me. The lights are like a magnet for eyes. Where’d all those people come from? They weren’t there a second ago. I swear I’m just an innocent lady from north of the border.
As cops often do, they sit in their car behind you. Probably running the plates. Doing their thing. Letting you sweat a little. Giving you a chance to ditch the phone (please note that I wasn’t on my phone… but I’m sure some ditch it by tossing on the seat or floor… not that I would ever do that! Innocent lady from north of the border, remember?)
Finally, the officer approaches the driver’s side of the car. It’s a female officer.
“I’ll just tell y’all,” she says, “I pulled y’all over because y’all turned left (the wrong way–obviously) onto a one way street. Happens all the time,” she says.
“I’m sorry officer, I’m not from around here.”
“Yeah, I see y’all are from outta town.” (Our rental car had Louisiana plates.) “Where ya tryin’ ta git to?”
“We’re trying to find Big Mikes,” I said.
“Well y’all ain’t far. Can smell it from here. Let’s get y’all goin’ the right way first. I’ll back out of the way and direct the traffic (there was no traffic–mind you, a second ago there were no eyes watching 🤷🏻♀️) and then wave at y’all so yer goin’ in the right direction.”
I thanked her and the officer proceeded to back-up her cruiser, lights still swirling and coloring-up the square. She parked off to the side, got out of the vehicle and proceeded to wave and direct me out of my slip-in (aka: made-up) parking spot, like she was directing a jumbo jet to the runway.
When I was safely backed up, she waved, and I blew her a kiss (omg… I seriously frikken blew a kiss to a cop! What was I thinking? It just happened so organically. Don’t try this at home kids as it may not go over very well)
“Enjoy yer’alls dinner…” she yelled to us.
Like seriously… No lie… No exaggeration.
She’s now my fave Alabama cop. (I guess technically, she’s my only Alabama cop, but she’s my fave all the same.)
Don’t miss the second part of this story about our dinner at Big Mike’s with our friend Tom who’s in Alabama from Australia working…
(Note: I just got back home to British Columbia, late last night. We traveled through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee, and Florida. I’ll share more stories as I settle back in, but had to tell you this one about being pulled over in Alabama. I hope you enjoy. No disrespect about accents meant… It’s actually one of my fave things. The people of the south are so kind and polite… Yes, ma’am. Sure are… ❤️❤️❤️)
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